Bimql chhetry.

There was this new intern at our company, Kevin. Quiet kid. Wore oversized suits, always spilled coffee, and got mocked by the louder guys in the office. You know the type—they called him “Newbie Neo” because he was into programming and The Matrix. I didn’t say much, but I noticed something: every time we hit a tech issue, Kevin was already quietly running diagnostics before anyone else even started panicking. One day, our company’s website went *down*. Completely offline. During a major sales event. Leadership was losing it. The senior devs couldn’t trace the issue. Everyone was shouting over each other. Kevin raised his hand and said, “I think it’s DNS poisoning.” They laughed. Actually laughed at him. But I remembered seeing Kevin poring over network security docs during lunch. So I told the CTO, “Give him five minutes.” He did. Kevin pulled up the logs, traced the corrupted DNS entries, and found a misconfigured API call that had been exploited. He fixed it. *In three minutes.* We...

This is hard to write, but I need to get it out. I’ve been holding it in for too long and it’s destroying me inside. I (now 31) met him(now 33) in July 2022. We were long distance for about a year. He called me every single day. We would talk for hours. He made me feel like I had finally found my soulmate. I trusted him completely. He told me he wanted a future, a family, a life with me. I believed every word. I loved him with my whole heart. What I didn’t know was that he had another "girlfriend" where he lived. She didn’t know about me, and I didn’t know about her. From the very beginning, it was all lies. I am convinced he uses girls only as a cover up to "fit the norm". He also grew up in a very christian household. We met in person for the first time in August 2023. It felt natural. We clicked immediately. But when it came to our sex life, something always felt off. He rarely initiated anything. Sometimes he would stop halfway through and say, “Let’s finish la...

This random old dude slid into my IG DMs like he was filling out a grocery list: "Know any single woman? Petite, no kids, not supporting any family, good with chores, must take care of me and only me." He's 65. Sixty. Five. Asking for loyalty, domestic labor, and zero baggage as if he’s not the entire luggage carousel. So I said, "How much is the compensation? Because this sounds less like a relationship and more like you're hiring live in help with cuddle duties." He blocked me on the spot. Guess the customer service rep wasn’t submissive enough. Anyway, I lit a candle in hopes no woman falls into that trap. Or at least charges hourly.