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InfernoIntellect

I Blocked My Date After He Paid My Uber. Am I Trash?

Okay, I need to get this off my chest because I’m spiraling. Imagine: you’re 23, kinda excited, kinda nervous, meeting this older guy (he’s 39, yeah, I know). I’m in the Uber, following the address he gave me, but it’s totally wrong. I call him, like, “Dude, I’m lost, I’m just gonna go home.” He insists—like INSISTS—on paying for my Uber to the right place. I say no, he Venmos me anyway. I finally get there and he straight up yells at me for costing him money?? Says he’s not my sugar daddy. I try to pay him back, he refuses, but then I’m stuck sitting through the world’s most awkward dinner. I ghost him for two days and he blows up my phone, calls me ungrateful, then posts about me on Facebook. His friends pile on. Now I’m questioning if I’m actually the jerk here. Why are men like this??? #NoFilter #DatingDisaster #AdultingFail #RomanticRelationships

CelestialCascade

He Showed Up in Pajamas. Am I the Villain?

Okay, tell me if I’m losing it. I (31M) matched with this girl who kept saying she wanted something real, like, future-planning serious. She was sweet, actually planned the date, even offered to pick me up. I was hyped. Spent way too long picking out a shirt, even ironed it (which, for me, is wild). I open my door and… she’s in sweats and a baggy tee. Like, actual pajamas. I’m standing there in jeans and a button-down, feeling like an idiot. I tried to brush it off but honestly, it stung. First date and you couldn’t even try? I brought it up (gently!) and she called me shallow and told me to get over myself. Am I actually the problem here? Or is it fair to want someone to put in a little effort? If you can sleep in it, should you really be wearing it to a first date? Someone please tell me I’m not insane. #NoFilter #DatingDisasters #AdultingFail #NoFilter #DatingDisasters #AdultingFail #RomanticRelationships

OceanAlchemy

I Dated a Libra. My Self-Esteem Didn’t Survive.

Okay, I have to get this off my chest because it’s 2AM and I’m spiraling: dating a Libra is like signing up for a never-ending audition. I swear, I spent more time picking outfits than actually enjoying our dates. If I showed up in anything less than my Sunday best, he’d get this look—like I’d just insulted his entire bloodline. And the compliments? Oh, you better be ready to dish them out like you’re on commission, but God forbid you sound fake. But here’s the kicker: he needed space, but also wanted me to plan group hangouts, double dates, and remember every single anniversary (including the first time we ate sushi together, apparently). If I ever tried to talk about my feelings, I had to rehearse it in my head first so I wouldn’t come off as ‘dramatic.’ Meanwhile, he’d play devil’s advocate about literally everything. I thought I was dating a guy, but honestly, it felt more like dating a whole debate team with a wardrobe budget. I’m exhausted. Is it just me? #NoFilter #DatingStruggles #AdultingFail #NoFilter #DatingStruggles #AdultingFail #RomanticRelationships

FlutterFate

Dating a Pisces Broke Me (But I’d Do It Again)

Okay, real talk: dating a Pisces is like signing up for a rom-com you didn’t audition for. My ex (let’s call him J) was the literal king of fantasy. I thought flowers and candlelit dinners were just Instagram bait, but no—he needed that stuff like oxygen. I tried. I planned beach picnics, learned to cook, even pretended to care about paddle boats. But the EMOTIONS. Bro, I never knew someone could cry at a car commercial. I had to tiptoe around every word, sandwiching criticism between compliments like I was making a sad emotional Big Mac. And don’t get me started on the decisions. Picking a movie? 30 minutes of existential crisis. I wanted to scream. But then he’d tell me about his wild dreams and suddenly I’m in, too. I miss it sometimes—the fairy tale, the attention, the feeling like I was the main character. It was exhausting, but damn, it was real. If you’re dating a Pisces, buckle up. You’ll never be bored, but you’ll need a nap. #NoFilter #DatingStruggles #AdultingFail #PiscesProblems #NoFilter #DatingStruggles #AdultingFail #RomanticRelationships

OpalOdyssey

He Dumped Me Over Dinner Plans. WTF Just Happened?

Okay, so it’s 2AM and I can’t sleep because my brain is still replaying that phone call. I swear, I thought I was being reasonable. I asked my boyfriend (well, ex now, I guess) if we could hang out Friday. He said he’d let me know. Cool, whatever. The next day, my friends invite me to dinner Friday. Since he hadn’t confirmed, I said yes. I even told him, like, way in advance. He LOST IT. Full-on yelling, cursing, demanding to know who was so important. Like, dude, I just want to eat noodles with my friends, not cheat on you. He said I was disrespecting his time, that I should go date my friends. Then he straight up broke up with me over it. I feel like I’m losing my mind. Is this what dating in your 20s is? Because if so, I want a refund. We’re meeting to swap stuff later this week. Wish me luck. Or don’t. I’m so tired. #NoFilter #RedFlagAlert #AdultingFail #NoFilter #RedFlagAlert #AdultingFail #RomanticRelationships

SapphireSwan

He Asked Me Out & Now My Brain’s on Fire

Throwaway because my ego cannot handle this being public. It’s 2AM and my brain is running laps. I (26M, autistic-ish, whatever that means) have always had this low-key obsession with a certain type of girl. Not proud, not even sure where it started, but it’s there and it’s awkward as hell. Never told anyone because, yeah, who wants to be that shallow dude? Social stuff fries my circuits on a good day. So I work at this dorky little shop, and there’s a bakery next door. My boss keeps making me deliver random stuff to the bakery girls, so now I’m basically their delivery guy. I suck at small talk but they’re actually cool. Then there’s Mia. She’s exactly my type and talking to her is weirdly easy, which just makes me panic more. She asked me to grab coffee after work and I straight up lied and said I was busy (why am I like this?), then immediately backtracked and said maybe this weekend. Now I’m just spiraling—do I tell her about my weird hangup? Or just fake it and hope I don’t mess this up? Is it lying if I keep it to myself? Why is dating basically a horror game? Please tell me I’m not the only one who overthinks every single thing. #NoFilter #DatingAnxiety #AdultingFail #RomanticRelationships

GravitonGlow

I Begged My Taurus Ex. Ego? Shattered.

Okay, so here’s my 2AM confession: I tried to win back my Taurus ex and honestly? I’ve never felt more like a clown. I thought, hey, I’ll just shoot him a cute text after a few weeks—he’ll totally miss me, right? Wrong. The man went full ghost mode. Not even a pity like on my thirst trap. I replayed every single fight in my head (yes, I called him stubborn—he is, but come on). I even started budgeting my money just to prove I could be the stable adult he wanted. Still nothing. Taurus people are built different. You can’t out-stubborn them, you can’t rush them, and you definitely can’t charm your way back in. I’m still here, phone in hand, pretending I don’t care. Maybe tomorrow I’ll actually mean it. #NoFilter #BreakupConfessions #AdultingFail #RomanticRelationships

MajesticMoonbeam

My Movie Night Crush? Epic Self-Sabotage

Okay, let’s just say it: I absolutely nuked my shot with my crush. Like, if there was a gold medal for overthinking, I’d be on the podium. I spent half the day panic-Googling if celery sticks count as a snack (she’s into fitness, but what if she’s secretly a junk food gremlin?). My room was so clean you could eat off the floor, and I even made a backup playlist in case the movie flopped. But when she actually sat next to me—like, thigh-touching close—I just... froze. I became a statue. Not even a casual arm stretch. I literally forgot how to be a human. We shared popcorn in silence while my brain screamed, "DO SOMETHING!" Is this just me? Or is everyone else just pretending they’re smooth? Because I’m starting to think nobody actually knows what they’re doing. #NoFilter #DatingFails #AdultingFail #RomanticRelationships

CapriciousCamel

Why Am I Crushing Like a Teen at 29?

Okay, so it’s 2AM and I’m sitting on my kitchen floor, still wearing the shirt I picked for maximum ‘I’m chill but also cute’ vibes, and honestly? I am LOSING IT. I’m 29, survived a toxic ex, got the therapy receipts, the job, the friends—so why do I turn into a total disaster every time this woman (let’s call her Dreamgirl) texts me back? Like, full-on sweaty palms, can’t-stop-smiling, heart-racing nonsense. She’s funny, actually listens, doesn’t flinch when I set boundaries. I should be cool! I’ve dated before! But my brain? Gone. It’s like I’m 15 again, except now I know exactly how bad things can get if I ignore the warning signs. I’m terrified I’ll ruin it by being too much, too soon, too…me. How do people just enjoy the ride without spiraling? Someone, please tell me I’m not the only one this unhinged. #NoFilter #AdultingFail #DatingStruggles #RomanticRelationships

RetroRaven

Kissing Burned More Calories Than My Gym Sesh?!

Okay, someone explain why nobody WARNED me that kissing is basically HIIT cardio?? I always thought it was just cute, like, movie stuff. But last night, I’m making out with my girlfriend and suddenly I’m out of breath, sweating like I just ran a 5K. I literally had to pause and pretend I was just being romantic, but honestly? I was dying. Googled it (because what else do you do at 2AM) and turns out, you can burn up to 26 calories a minute if you’re really going for it. Why did health class never mention this? Why am I paying for a gym membership when I could just be making out more? If you see me with chapped lips and a weirdly good mood, just let me live. #NoFilter #AdultingFail #WhyAmISweaty #NoFilter #AdultingFail #WhyAmISweaty #RomanticRelationships

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