#recovery dating

[soberloosid1]

Why Sober Dating is the Future of Relationships

Navigating the dating scene can be challenging, especially for individuals in recovery who are committed to maintaining sobriety. The traditional question of "do you want to grab a drink?" can be a trigger for unwanted responses and may compromise one's recovery journey. This is where sober dating apps play a crucial role in providing a supportive and alcohol-free environment for singles looking to connect on a deeper level. Let's delve into how these apps can help individuals in recovery navigate dating with confidence and authenticity.

Meeting Sober Singles: One of the primary benefits of sober dating apps is the opportunity to meet other like-minded individuals who prioritize sobriety. Unlike mainstream dating platforms, sober apps cater specifically to those who are committed to living alcohol-free lives. This shared commitment to sobriety forms the foundation for meaningful connections and understanding, fostering relationships built on mutual respect and support.

Accountability and Support: Sobriety requires accountability, and sober dating apps offer a supportive community where individuals can hold each other accountable to their recovery goals. Users can openly discuss their experiences, share insights, and provide encouragement to one another, creating a sense of camaraderie and solidarity in their journey towards lasting sobriety.

Empowering Choices: Sober apps empower users to make informed choices that align with their values and well-being. These platforms prioritize authenticity and allow individuals to showcase their true selves without the pressure to conform to societal norms centered around alcohol. Users can set preferences, communicate boundaries, and choose activities that promote sober living, leading to more fulfilling and meaningful dating experiences.

Creative Date Ideas: Dating without alcohol opens up a world of creative and enjoyable date ideas that don't revolve around drinking. Sober apps often provide resources and suggestions for alcohol-free date activities, such as outdoor adventures, cultural events, coffee dates, or exploring local attractions. These alternative date options promote connection, conversation, and shared experiences without the need for alcohol.

Building Stronger Relationships: By focusing on compatibility beyond surface-level attributes, sober dating apps facilitate the development of stronger and more meaningful relationships. Users can connect based on shared interests, values, and life goals, fostering genuine connections that have the potential to blossom into long-lasting partnerships built on trust, respect, and mutual understanding.

Safety and Confidence: Sobriety apps prioritize user safety and provide tools and resources to navigate dating with confidence. Users can access 24/7 support, seek advice from peers, and take measures to ensure their well-being during dating interactions. This sense of safety and support enables individuals to approach dating in recovery with greater assurance and self-assurance.

Mindful Dating: Dating in recovery is about mindfulness and being present in the moment. Sober dating apps encourage users to be mindful of their choices, listen to their intuition, and prioritize self-care throughout the dating process. By fostering a culture of mindfulness, these apps promote healthy and fulfilling dating experiences that contribute to overall well-being and personal growth.

In conclusion, sober dating sites play a pivotal role in supporting individuals in recovery as they navigate the complexities of dating. These apps offer a safe, supportive, and alcohol-free environment where users can meet like-minded singles, build meaningful connections, and embark on fulfilling dating experiences while staying true to their sobriety. With the right tools, resources, and mindset, dating in recovery can be a rewarding journey of self-discovery, connection, and love.

[boytransmission]

little pout

$app + top surgery fund + wishlist

[conscious-love]

Even at your absolute best, you still won't be right for the wrong person.

Karen Salmansohn

[roxygen22]

The Beautiful Boy Bus Stop Story was so cute! Would it be too much to ask for a part 2? The interactions between the pair was adorable! Love your stories. :)

Ask and ye shall receive! What do y'all think? Does it need a Part 3?

Bus Stop (Part 2)

Catch up on Part 1 here

Ever the gentleman, Nic held the door to the diner open for you. Once he stepped in after you, he scanned the room.

"Wow, it's like straight from a 50's TV show," he mused. Before you could respond, a voice rang out from the kitchen.

"Hey, [Y/N]! Have a seat, honey, and we'll be right with you," one of the servers called.

"Sooooo, do you come here often?" Nic joked as he followed you to your usual booth and sat across from you, facing away from the kitchen.

You shrugged and put on an innocent face. "Sometimes, I get tired of my own cooking." He didn’t need to know [yet] just how domestically challenged you were.

Cheryl, who often waited on you when you stopped by after work, appeared at the end of the table. "I was wondering if I would see you this week! And I see you brought a friend this time." She grinned and winked at you as she set down the menus in front of each of you. "What can I get you two to drink?"

You blushed at her lack of subtlety, hoping Nic wouldn't be put off. "I'll have a Coke."

"I'll just have some water, please," Nic responded politely.

"One water, one Coke, coming right up. I'll give you some time to look over the menu." As she stepped toward the kitchen, Cheryl turned on her heel and waved to get your attention. She pointed at Nic with one hand and signaled a thumbs up with the other. "Nice!" she mouthed.

You dropped your chin to hide the smile pulling at the corners of your lips. Luckily, Nic didn't seem to notice as he browsed the options. Not needing the menu, you took the chance to study his face up close. The way his dark hair curled into perfectly tousled ringlets. The light dusting of freckles across his cheekbones. The small scar just to the left of his no-

Your investigation was cut short when he set down the menu and looked back at you with those gorgeous eyes framed by lush lashes.

"So, uh, do you work downtown? I assumed since you're already on the southbound route when I get on the bus," he inquired.

You shook yourself from your stupor. "Oh, yes, I do. I'm a paralegal at Warner, Fitzgerald, and Associates. But, I'm studying to be a lawyer, though."

"A lawyer, huh? Impressive. How much lo-"

Before he could continue, Cheryl returned and set the drinks down on the table. "Alright, are we ready to order?" Nic gestured for you to speak first.

"I'll just have my usual," you said, handing the menu that you never opened back to her.

"And you, dear?" Cheryl asked, turning to Nic.

"I'll, uh, have the same." He flashed a smile at you before handing over his menu. "Thank you."

After Cheryl turned away, you leaned forward toward him. "You don't even know what my usual is."

Nic shrugged. "Perhaps not, but everything on the menu looked good."

You giggled and sat back. "Well, prepare to be amazed, then." He smiled that gorgeous smile in return that caused you to glitch again. Was there anything not perfect about this guy?

Realizing you were probably all but drooling at this point, you cleared your throat to break the brief awkward silence and regain your composure. "So what about you?"

"Hmm?" He tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. An adorable one.

"Sorry. What do you do for work?" you clarified.

"I'm, uh...I'm a writer."

"You don't seem too sure about that, Nic," you teased, but then quickly froze, realizing that he probably wasn't yet ready for your brand of humor. To your relief, he chuckled and clasped his hands on the table.

"I am putting it out into the universe that I will be an accomplished author one day. But in the meantime, I am working downtown at the news station while I am going back to school."

"Back?" you ask curiously.

"Well, I didn't finish the first time due to some, uh, complications. I had to figure some things out about life first."

You could tell by the way Nic cast his eyes down to the table that there was more to the story than could be unpacked at present. Without thinking, you reached out and placed your hand on top of his.

"A winding road makes for a much more interesting story than the straight and narrow, Mr. Writer," you replied reassuringly.

Nic glanced up at you and half-smiled before looking down again at your hand. "I suppose you're right." He rotated one palm up to hold yours.

A tiny gasp escaped your lips. ::Is this really happening?:: you thought to yourself. Nic's thumb grazed your knuckles, leaving a trail of fire from his touch. Much to your chagrin, Cheryl cut the moment short by walking up with your plates. Nic cleared his throat and pulled back to make room on the table.

"Here we go," she announced. "Two open-faced cheeseburgers with a fried egg on top and a side of curly fries. Enjoy! I'll check on you again in a bit."

"Wow," Nic exclaimed. "Can't say I've ever had an egg on a burger before."

"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it," you responded before unabashedly taking a huge, ungraceful bite of your own burger, leaving a bit of mustard on the corner of your lip.

"You've, uh, got something right...," he paused to point at his own cheek to demonstrate.

"Oh!" You hurriedly grabbed your napkin to wipe it away, bringing attention to your deep blushing.

Nic laughed. "Hey, it's cool, it's cool! Now, where do I even start with this burger?" He joined the halves and brought it to his mouth, manfully taking a big bite to match yours. He chewed a moment before his face lit up. "Oh man!"

"See?! And you dared doubt me," you teased.

"I vow to never doubt you again." Nic locked eyes with you and blushed with his own admission. He laughed it off, and the two of you continued to chow down, occasionally taking a break to talk about classes, what the other likes to do for fun, and other enjoyable small talk.

Cheryl stopped by to check on you as you both picked at the last of your fries. "Can I get you two anything else? Maybe the usual milkshake?"

"Oh, no, I'm stuffed," you admitted.

"Maybe next time," Nic added as he retrieved his wallet.

::Next time?!:: Your heart raced. Cheryl picked up on it, too, and winked at you again when she returned his card.

Check closed, you and Nic slowly walked out of the diner. "I had fun tonight. Getting asked out on a date was not how I pictured today going, but I'm here for it," he said, hands in his pockets as he walked alongside you down the street toward your place.

"Same. While there was some premeditation on my part," you replied through a laugh, "I didn't dare speculate what would happen after I said hello."

"I'm glad you did. Say hello, I mean."

"Me, too." You slowed to a stop, forcing him to stop and turn back to you. "As much as I don't want this evening to end, this is my street." You jutted your thumb at the street sign at the intersection. "Will I see you on the bus tomorrow?" you asked, hope evident in your tone.

"I have a, uh, standing meeting after class on Wednesdays."

"Oh, right." You visibly deflated. "I forgot today is Tuesday, not Monday. You never get on the bus on my commute home on Wednesdays."

"You notice when I'm not there?" Nic asked in disbelief.

"Always." You smiled as you looked up into his eyes, following his movement as he stepped in closer.

"[Y/N]?" he breathed.

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

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Masterlist

@croatianprincess @bluizh @groovy-lady @pmak2002

[oddsconvert]

A glimpse into the mind and body of a bloodbag survivor!

Here is a little profile on Declan's health (physical and mental) post captivity! Keep in mind that he was kidnapped, tortured, fed from, and mind-controlled to the point of catatonia...

tw / mentions of physical and mental health conditions

(tagging some people who expressed particular interest on my previous post about this! apologies if you did not wish to be tagged!)

@another-whump-sideblog @writereleaserepeat @dragonqueenslayer6

[asking-jude]

Do you want free mental help? What about remote, pay-what-you-want counselling? Visit askingjude.org.

[letsgrownnhealtogether]

You deserve clarity.

[hatsunevita]

so, being a couple, according to deku, means:

1) going to the amusement park together

2) holding hands:

3) sharing food:

huh.

[asadeum]

Some fake relationship is just a waste of time and waste of efforts,, it's better for letting go

[projectbluearcadia]

I Am and Always Will Be

(Coping) Lucifer x GN!MC

[ Story Premise - Lucifer gets upset because you don't value yourself. ]

TW: SELF-HARM, SUICIDAL IDEATION

Note: The reason I have not marked this as mature is because everyone, including those who are underage, should know that they should seek help. If tumblr decides to give me a slap on the wrist for this, then so be it.

Wordcount: 1652

You don’t really remember how it first started.

  A heartbreaking comment from a cherished friend, and suddenly you’re in the nearest bathroom with your hands on the sink. You look at yourself in the mirror, and all you can think is that there is something less than human staring back at you. Something cruel and hideous and malformed. You hate it. You hate it. You hate it so much that it makes your skin crawl. It makes your eyes water and your teeth clench. 

You can’t escape it. You can’t run away. You can’t even scream, because what would be the point? You’d only attract attention to yourself in the most awkward place possible, where at least one person was trying to take a shit in peace. You can’t stand yourself. My personality is the problem. Every single time I try to make things work, it just turns to nothing. I overreact, and then it all falls apart. I’m so sick of myself. 

You’re sick of it.

And that’s when you finally turn to it. To the only thing that stopped you from feeling like this, even temporarily. A blade, one that had broken free of your cheap shaving razor after you threw it one too many times. I want to see this horrid blood spill. I want it. I need it. 

You drew a thin line. A thicker line. A deep line. 

Your skin, already scarred in some places, was quickly smearing with blood. Drenched. The toilet flushes, and in hindsight, you vaguely realize that doing this in a public bathroom was a dreadful idea, and you leave, adrenaline pounding through your veins—

  No one can know. No one should know. I don’t want them to know. 

—Despite the fact that your blood is leaving a trail behind you, leaving you weaker and weaker with every step. It’s practically gushing from your wounds, and you start to sniffle. It doesn’t really hurt; no, the rush is still too strong. But for some reason, you can’t stop yourself from crying. 

“Hey, someone spilled their Koolaid Ja… Holy SHIT!?” the person, likely from the bathroom screamed, and they fumbled at their phone as you ran further, further, further. “Why are you running away?! You’re bleeding!” Maybe I want to be bleeding, you have the time to think before a sudden bout of dizziness floods your brain. You collapse. You fall. 

And fall. 

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Surprisingly, you wake up. Funny; you wished you didn’t. Was this it? Was this your first (or was it second?) commitment to the hospital? 

“Lucifer, they’re awake,” came a soft man’s voice, and no sooner had it come than was a man by your side. One with jet-black hair and tragically garnet eyes. 

“MC,” he whispers, his hand caressing your cheek with shuddering fingers, and you find yourself realizing that was a dream. Or, rather, the reliving of how you came to live in the Devildom. You’ve been living here for months now, with Lucifer and his brothers in the House of Lamentation. You’ve been… enjoying living here. How could I wish that I wasn’t alive here? 

“We took away their dagger,” Barbatos said gently as Lucifer shook, holding onto you. “They are okay.” 

“MC, why did you do something like that?” Lucifer whispered, leaning his head into the pillow, right next to your head. His voice agonizingly shuddering, and your body wracks itself with guilt. “MC, MC, MC…” I should have finished the job so he wouldn’t have to feel like this. 

“...I thought I hurt you,” you mumble. You expect him to yell, but the voice that comes from his mouth is soft and excruciatingly slow as he struggles not to sob. 

“And you thought this would hurt me less?” 

“Over time… yeah.” 

“MC…” he whispers, and he sharply sniffles. It hurts to hear—the avatar of pride, breaking down and starting to cry because of you. Because of what you did. I should have eaten the rat poison. “How could you think that leaving a hole in my heart would hurt me less over time? What have I done to make you think that you’re not important to me? I haven’t been able to think for the past three days.”

“...I’m sorry.” You look away from his shoulder, shortly finding that Barbatos has quietly left so that you’re permitted privacy. “I just… I don’t know…” Your eyes prickle. “I-I just… I hate myself so much for what I put you through, and I… I can’t take it anymore.” 

“And you think the best way to put me out of my misery is to rip out half my soul?” Lucifer gasps, and his tears hit your cheek as he finally brings his face up from the pillow to look at you. To show you the tears streaking down his pale, beautiful face. “Why didn’t you tell me anything? I already knew that you hurt yourself in the past, so why did you have to do it again, after all this time? What did I do to make you feel like that?” 

“It’s not you…” 

“It must be!” Lucifer retorts hoarsely, his hot tears splashing your forehead. “You’re supposed to be my partner, and I’m supposed to protect you! I couldn’t do that, so tell me why you couldn’t trust me! Please!” 

“I…” Your voice is breaking up. From one hellish scene to another, you’re not sure how much your heart can take. “I’m sorry. I-I thought… I thought…you would hate me.” The mere thought sends your lacrimal glands into a frenzy as you realize he might hate you now. “I-I couldn’t bear to… lose someone else… so I…” 

“Shhhh,” Lucifer hushes with anxious shudders, and he hugs you so tightly you wonder if he might be trying to break your ribcage. You can feel his ragged breathing, his racing pulse. You almost break into an incomprehensible mess right then and there, unable to speak a single word. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” he murmurs, rocking you with him as you sniffle and try your damndest to get ahold of yourself. “I will always love you.”

“What if I kill one of your brothers?” 

“You would never do that,” Lucifer murmurs, trying his hardest not to let his voice tremble.  

“You don’t know that.” 

“Yes, I do. I know you, MC.” 

“No, you don’t. There are parts of me you’ll never know. There are parts of me you shouldn’t know.”

“I want to know.” 

You shake your head. 

“You can’t just keep hiding everything. I hate it when you do. Don’t you think I’m strong enough of a person to talk to you when you want to kill yourself?” 

“You don’t know what it’s like,” you whisper. 

“That’s irrelevant,” he says, recovering some of his usual sternness as he sniffles. “I don’t need to know how exactly it feels. I just need to know that you’re in pain. I just need to know if there’s anything I can do, anything I can’t do. Please, MC, I can’t just watch. That’s the only thing I’m not strong enough to do. Just indulge my selfishness and just… just lean on me. I don’t care if I have to take the entire burden myself.” 

“You’re already carrying too much…” 

“Me?!” Lucifer growled as he pulled away from you. “I’m not the one in agony! It’s true that I’m stressed, and I usually have a lot on my plate. But it stresses me infinitely more that my own lover won’t tell me about their problems! How hard do I have to drill it into your head that you come first?!” 

“...sorry.” 

Lucifer sighs deeply and heavily before he leans his head against yours, his fingers nestling into your hair, massaging your scalp. 

“Please… don’t ever do that again,” he murmurs. “If you’re scared of losing me, then don’t eliminate any possibility of ever seeing me again. I don’t know where you’ll go when you die, but it won’t be here.” 

“I get it, and I’m sorry,” you mumble. 

“Do you get it?” 

“I get that you’re mad at me…” 

“Did you listen to a damn word I said?!” Lucifer snaps, his voice breaking again, and you flinch in his arms before he squeezes you again. “I’m not angry with you. I’m upset and scared. Do you have any idea what it feels like to not be able to protect someone that matters to you? That the person you love doesn’t even think they’re worth protecting? That I can’t help you through the monstrosities that plague your mind?

You can’t find it in yourself to answer. It’s painful to try. 

“I’m begging you, MC…promise me. Promise me you’ll help me help you. I could live knowing that you are happy even if it’s in the human world. All I want is for you to live a full, happy life. I know you, and I know that you deserve that.” 

“Do I? I’ve done so many things…”

“I let my own sister die,” Lucifer replies somberly. “I brought Satan into the world, confused and angry. I didn’t know that the only reason Asmo thought I kept him around was because of his beauty. I let Levi feel inferior. I locked away Belphie when we could have just talked… there are so many things I’ve done wrong, before and after falling from Heaven, and I hated myself for it. But I was the only one who kept hating myself after Belphie forgave me, after Satan accepted me. Anger is brief, MC. I, and everyone else, care about you so much more than all of the bad things that might make up your mistakes in life. I am, and always will, feel that way. I am, and always will, be there for you. Even on the occasions where I am not physically there, I am still there for you.” 

“Always?” 

“Always. So promise me… okay?” 

From the author: As fans of my work may have guessed, I have been on both sides of this conversation many times. Talking about it was the best thing I, and people I knew, ever did. And, believe it or not, Lucifer has genuinely comforted me in both scenarios. I hope to have imparted some of that onto the audience regardless of whether or not they are struggling with depression, self-harm, or suicidal urges. The storm may rage, but I believe that we can be stronger than it if we stop trying to weather it alone. Thank you for reading my two cents, and I hope that both I and you can spread life and love rather than hatred and death.

Obligatory Suicide Hotline Information

(Seriously, PLEASE CALL THESE IF YOU'RE STRUGGLING)

U.S. 988

Canada 833-456-4566

Australia 13114

U.K. 0800-689-5652

For other countries and counseling services that may be available in your country -> OpenCounseling

[angelmush]

plate of matcha crinkle cookies + little lesbian bird crochet hot pad sav made 4 me and lauren when we moved in together :,,)

[soberloosid1]

Top Places for Sober Dates: Ideas for Alcohol-Free Fun

In a world where the phrase "grabbing a drink" often accompanies setting up a date, sober dating apps are emerging as powerful tools for individuals committed to their recovery journey. These apps offer a safe and supportive environment for like-minded singles to connect, fostering meaningful relationships without the influence of alcohol. Let's explore how these sober dating apps are revolutionizing the dating scene and helping people find love while staying true to their sobriety.

Meeting Sober Singles: One of the most significant advantages of sober dating apps is the opportunity to meet other individuals who share a commitment to sobriety. Unlike traditional dating platforms, which may inadvertently promote alcohol-centric activities, sober dating apps create a space where sobriety is not only respected but celebrated. This common ground lays a strong foundation for building genuine connections based on shared values and experiences.

Promoting Accountability: Sobriety requires accountability, not just to oneself but also to others who understand and support your journey. Sober dating apps encourage this accountability by providing a platform where individuals can openly discuss their sobriety, share insights, and offer encouragement. This sense of community plays a vital role in maintaining sobriety while navigating the complexities of dating.

Creating Meaningful Connections: Beyond just facilitating matches, sober dating apps focus on creating meaningful connections. They prioritize compatibility based on shared interests, values, and life goals rather than superficial factors. This approach ensures that connections are built on substance and mutual understanding, fostering relationships that have the potential to flourish in the long term.

Offering Safe and Supportive Environments: Sobriety is about more than just abstaining from alcohol; it's about creating environments that support a healthy and fulfilling lifestyle. Sober apps curate safe and supportive environments where individuals can feel comfortable being themselves without the pressure to conform to alcohol-centered social norms. This allows for authentic interactions and genuine connections to thrive.

Empowering Choices: Sobriety is a personal choice, and sober dating apps empower individuals to make choices that align with their values and goals. Users have the freedom to set their preferences, communicate their boundaries, and choose activities that promote sober living. This empowerment translates into more confident and fulfilling dating experiences.

Embracing Creativity: Dating without alcohol doesn't mean sacrificing fun or excitement. Sober dating sites encourage creativity in planning dates and exploring alternative activities that don't revolve around drinking. From outdoor adventures to cultural experiences to fitness activities, the possibilities for sober-friendly dates are endless, allowing individuals to connect in meaningful and memorable ways.

Supporting Growth and Wellness: Sobriety is a journey of personal growth and wellness, and sober dating apps recognize and support this journey. They provide resources, tips, and guidance on navigating sober dating, managing triggers, and prioritizing self-care. This holistic approach ensures that individuals can focus on their well-being while building healthy relationships.

In conclusion, the rise of sober dating websites represents a paradigm shift in the dating landscape, offering a beacon of hope and opportunity for individuals in recovery. These apps go beyond just facilitating romantic connections; they foster a supportive community, promote accountability, and empower individuals to embrace sobriety while finding love. With the right tools and mindset, navigating sober dating can be a rewarding and fulfilling experience, leading to stronger and healthier relationships built on trust, respect, and shared values.

[redflagbreakfast]

Introduction:

Buckle up, because this ride is going to be a doozy, and I already know it, and the story has just begun. I am constantly drawn to successful, handsome men who fall head over heels for me and do all the things I could dream of to win my affection in return. Sounds like a dream, right?

But hold on to your panties, ladies, because these guys aren’t your typical prince charmings. Nope, they’re narcissists. And guess what? Now I’m going dates with them on purpose! I don’t seek them out, they find me, and rather than immediately, turning down, I simply stick around long enough to journal about the red flags.

Now, some of you may be thinking, “Why the hell would someone willingly subject themselves to dating a narcissist?” Well, friends, let me tell you – it’s all for the sake of education, entertainment and training purposes only.

You see, I, like many women out there, have been taken advantage of by narcissistic men in the past. But instead of wallowing in self-pity and bitterness, I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands. I’m dating these men as a social experiment to learn their ways, document the red flags as they happen, and ultimately teach women how to be in control. I mean…what could possibly go wrong?

I will be writing this journal in real time, and sharing past stories of my spectacular dating failures along the way. So obviously, I don’t even know how this ends. Maybe it’s a journal of my ultimate demise, maybe I fall prey to one of these men, or even worse, fall in love because I am not as tuned in as I think I am. But, I doubt it, Fuck, I eat red flags for breakfast.

And let me tell you, the red flags are already flying high…and it has only been a few short weeks. Love bombing, jealousy, and a sense of entitlement – these guys have it all. But I’m not one to back down from a challenge. As an entrepreneur who owns multiple companies in male dominated markets, I know a thing or two about taking charge.

So join me on this potentially haphazardness roller coaster. Let’s take a page out of these narcissist’s play books and learn how to be in control, no matter the situation. Who knows, you may even pick up a few dating tips along the way (but let’s be real, probably not from them).

[conscious-love]

Value yourself. The only people who appreciate a doormat are people with dirty shoes.

Leo F. Buscaglia

[sk-lumen]

People mistreating you is not a challenge from the universe for you to prove your worth.

[kamil-a]

had a dream i was just one of many in a system situation and was in a fight with another part of bodys girlfriend and shes like dont you remember when etc etc etc and im like (freaked out) this is gonna sound crazy but ive never seen you before. you were talking to someone else. Sorry that sounds bad i just have no idea what youre talking about i wasnt there. anyway then i went to an elementary school reunion and found out someone id had a crush on as a baby student transitioned and is dating a girl from the class so good for him.