I dated an influencer – long story alert.

She is one of those girls whom u see posting everyday on social media. Each post would easily garner a thousand likes in a matter of hours, thanks to the followers amassed over the years. Gorgeous, cute and sexy are regular compliments that flood her DM. Guys would drool over her photos wishing for a girlfriend like that. Due to her huge fan base, brands like Nike and SunSilk tend to reach out to her for paid ads and sponsorship.

Meanwhile I’m just a fat and penniless guy in his 30s whom everyone thinks is riding on her success. Truth be told, no one would ever believe that she owes a huge part of her success to me.

I met her in secondary school. She wasn’t the brightest kid in the class. She had difficulty studying and would approach me for help. Reluctant to turn her down, I stood by her side and patiently assisted her. We became very close to the extent where we would discuss personal matters like ideal partners and life goals.

As a teenager in his adolescence, I would be lying if I said that I do not have illicit thoughts when being with her. Things would occasionally get heated up and we would kiss and cuddle, laying in the middle of the vast field compound, staring at the big bright moon.

Everything changed when I introduced her to social media. She immediately fell in love with it. Due to the content projected on her, she became vile and would do anything for likes. She would repeatedly seek my opinion on how she fared against those skimpy models on that channel. The obsession became so bad that she is willing to do literally anything to increase her followers and stay relevant – perhaps as a form of self-validation. Consequently, her studies deteriorated.

Upon graduation, her grades fare poorly, denying her entry to any university. However, at that point of time she had built a sizable fan base. She decided to be a full-time influencer and suggested that I should be her manager. She is confident of realizing her dream of making it big in the industry to compete against the likes of XiaX or NaoM. I happily obliged knowing that I could be with her 24/7 rather than squandering my time away at the university. This decision, however, had cost me everything.

Fast forward to today, I am no different from a puppy that follows her around, awaiting her next instruction. Photo-taking, buying lunch and sheltering her from the sun are my regular errands. When she is unhappy with the photos, she would scream at me with occasional assault and things being hurled at me. Plus it did not help that most of our expenses came from my savings since we did not have a job.

Lately, she met a guy on Insta. He came from a rich family and owns plenty of fanciful cars and watches. Drawn by his wealth, she got caught into him and would exchange intimate messages. She would get invited to exclusive parties and get-togethers with his social circle.

There was once where the guy wanted to  rely on his connection to have her featured on a popular magazine. On the day of the shoot, she wore a see-through dress with heavy makeup. When questioned, she retorted and claimed that the publisher is going for a steamy with a bad-girl-kind of concept. Before leaving, she reminded me to pick her up in the evening.

Unable to concentrate the entire day after seeing the way she dressed,  knowing that she is accompanied by a man whom she recently met. I decided to make my way down early to have a peace of mind. The venue happens to be at a motel.

On arriving, I lied to the desk that my friend was very sick and was unable to return my call. The staff gave me the benefit of doubt and led me to the room where she stayed. On making our way in front of the room, the staff opened the door with her master key. LO and BEHOLD, I was rudely greeted by the sight of heavy movements and uneven silhouette underneath the thick white blanket. I could not believe what I’ve just witnessed.

Will continue the second part in another post….

I am so tired of being an ugly woman, I can’t really say this out loud to anyone in my personal life because it would hurt my family members and my friends would try to console me because they love me but honestly, my life has been ruined due to my ugliness.

I’m not overweight, I dress well and I do my best to treat others well but none of this matters because I simply have a very ugly face.

No men have ever approached me or wanted to date me because why would any man want to date a hideous woman who doesn’t even look like a woman?

I don’t blame them, I mean I could be dressed in the most feminine clothing and i would still not look like a real woman because of my face

My entire life, a lot of people have been mean to me (including some relatives) because of how ugly I am – it’s so sad but true that even little kids who are perceived as “unattractive” get treated worse by adults

I’m only in my 20s but it’s so painful to know that I’m never going to get married or have my own children with a spouse who loves me.

I understand that it’s not anyone else’s job to try and make me feel better about the fact that I am ugly because it’s not like anyone intentionally did this to me.

I have siblings who are actually reasonably attractive people so it’s not even like my parents’ genetics are necessarily bad but I just ended up with the worst combination of their genes and honestly, what is the point of living like this.

I feel so alone in this experience because I’ve barely ever met any other women who are naturally unattractive. Every woman I know gets hit on by men and approached for dating. I wish I knew what it was like to have a man want me.

So yesterday, being lonely and desperate, I decided it was a brilliant idea to put my genitals into the vacuum cleaner to feel the suction.

Attempt 1: I grabbed my vacuum cleaner & pulled down my pants… & realized the vacuum cleaner’s pipe was too narrow.

Attempt 2: I wasn’t defeated so easily. I knew I had to widen the diameter of the vacuum cleaner. So I grabbed an old coke can – cut off the end without an opening & attached it to the vacuum. The suction would conveniently hold it in place. There was only one problem, aluminium is very sharp and can cut me.

Attempt 3: Making aluminium less sharp is not an easy task. I tried wrapping it in a plastic bag, but bits of aluminium would still poke through eventually. I finally decided to cut a sock in half & form one of the holes around the can – while the rest of the sock went into the can… Seemed to work.

Result: While it did work as intended, the loud noises & the aluminium can crumbling around my manhood was enough to not get me satisfied. I was at it for a good 30 minutes I imagine, before I gave up – I didn’t want to disturb my neighbors too much.

Rating: I would rate the vacuum a 3/10, it’s too loud & the suction isn’t that great when you attach a coke can with a stuffed sock inside. I did try various suction strengths, including the strongest setting – there wasn’t too much of a change in my experience, but it got pretty loud on the higher settings.

Editor’s note: Well, that sucks.

Husband mad because I didn’t have sex with him on Father’s Day

Please give me your honest advice on this. It was Father’s Day on the Friday where we had had intercourse.

Saturday we went out and I paidd for food, bought him a souvenir and paid for some very expensive drinks .

Sunday I wanted to make sure I had something to give him so I gave him a gift card and his favourite food .

We also have a part time job we do on Sundays so I did that alone so he could relax since it was Father’s Day .

The night rolls around and I’m so exhausted from the day, I tell him I don’t want to get intimate with him that night because I’m really drained .

He is now telling me I ruined the whole weekend and I can’t undo what I did . I’m really upset because I worked hard to make sure it was a good weekend and now he’s angry and we are fighting because I didn’t want to sleep with him.

He told me on text that we will talk about this tonight and now I have anxiety about it all

My GF has all these rules that are driving me crazy

My GF (30F) and I (30M) have been together for 3 years. She is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I plan on marrying her. Lately, however, her ‘rules’ (I call them rules, but they are more like obsessions) are driving me crazy. I know she is meticulous; I know she is particular, and I know she’s a perfectionist but I’m starting to think she has some kid of underlying OCD or something.

Our house always has to be pristine, everything in its right place. But when I get off from work I just want to relax and not care about the fact that I hung up my jacket on the wrong hook. If I try to help her with laundry she gets frustrated because I hang up the wrong things at the wrong places. Apparently shirts go in a certain place on the laundry line and it’s a disaster if they’re too close to the socks. I’m not allowed barefoot outside otherwise I have to wash my feet before I can get back into the house. I’m allowed to put my feet on the couch if I have socks or slippers but those same socks and slippers are not allowed on the bed. Sometimes I just want to get into bed without having to put on clean socks. If a pillow so much as touches the floor it has to be washed, but then the designated pillow case for that particular set of sheets doesn’t match so the whole bed has to be stripped and changed. All our sheets and pillowcases are white and look exactly the same.

She reminds me to pack my lunch for work every morning, which is nice and all, but she does it four times in a row. She tells me every morning and every night to wash and moisturize my face, multiple times, and makes me promise that I will remember to do it only because I passed out on the couch and forgot one time. I’ve told her that it bothers me when she does this. She told me that she can’t help it because it just builds and builds in her mind over and over if she doesn’t say anything. I’m not allowed to say goodbye to her in the mornings, only see you later because goodbye could ‘curse’ one of us. I’m also not allowed to say drive safe.

She is currently studying for her board exams and she’s already told me that I’m not allowed to say good luck because I will jinx her. She is extremely intelligent and graduated at the top of her class last year. I told her mom about how well she did and how proud I was of her. Later that night, she was bawling her eyes out. When I asked her what was wrong she said that she knew I didn’t mean anything by it but if people are aware of how well she did it means that she will do poorly in her board exams. Her mother told all her whole family, who then called to congratulate her and I felt like the worst person in the world.

I feel like things are just getting worse. For example, one of the cloths that we use to clean the house with is missing. We had a huge argument about it because she was tearing down the whole house trying to find it. I helped her look for it but gave up after 5 minutes because it was after work and I was tired. She got angry at me and accused me of not caring about our things. I told her that I do care about our things, but it’s just a cloth and we can buy another one. It’s just not worth the effort for me. She was freaking out saying that it was difficult to find the cloths in that particular colour otherwise it wouldn’t match with the others (we have a whole set of cloths just for cleaning). I then said that it doesn’t matter what colour the cloths are, just that we had them which made her really upset. It’s been almost a month and we haven’t replaced the cloth yet because we can’t find one in the very specific colour she wants it.

The worst thing is that I really think it affects her health. We both love to cook and often do it together. We usually spend time together drawing up a meal plan for the week but her ‘rules’ has started to make the whole process unbearable. Meal planning takes hours. Every dish that we make has to have enough vegetables. Fine, that’s great but the vegetables have to be the right vegetables for the dish. Some things cant be eaten together because they don’t fit according to her. If a meal doesn’t have enough of the right vegetables she gets incredibly anxious to the point that she’s nauseous and then just wont eat. She also has this thing where food can’t be wasted and then I tell her its fine we can just have it for leftovers for lunch but obviously lunch is also then planned out so she gets really stressed out and eats a small plate of vegetables while I make myself food.

No matter what I do to reassure her I just feel like I’m making things worse. I’ve told her that she needs to see a therapist but she told me she feels ashamed of these things and doesn’t want to waste money on a therapist. I just don’t know what to do anymore.

Editor’s note: Sounds like she has a severe case of OCD bro.