greenmangostudio

so i accidentally sent an intimate pic to my mom this morning instead of my girlfriend and i still feel sick every time i think about it. i was texting my gf on whatsapp, normal convo, a bit flirty, nothing unusual, and her chat is pinned so i dont even look properly, i just open the app and tap the top name on autopilot. what i didnt really register is that my mom had texted me earlier, so her chat was sitting right there under the pinned ones so yeah, i open it, see a familiar name, dont think twice, just assume its my gf and keep going. things escalate a bit, i take a pic, not fully explicit but like… absolutely not something your mom should ever see, no confusion possible. i send it, and for like 2 seconds everything feels normal, and then i notice the profile pic. my gf has a very specific one, this one didnt match. i click the chat and its my mom, and my whole body just drops, like instant cold wave, brain just gone i go to delete it and right as i press it i see seen. she was...

I (18f) don't know what to do. I think I screwed things up big time yesterday with the guy I like (22m) we'll call him V. So me and V have been talking for not that long, maybe twoish months? We have a lot in common and I really do enjoy his company. He's a really sweet guy, he has a strong set of morals, he's funny, and he does a great job of making me actually feel wanted. Now here's where I messed up. We were at a party together yesterday and I'll admit, I cannot hold my liquor for the life of me. I ended up oversharing a lot about my family to V yesterday and I'm so angry at myself for not realizing the fact that he was probably uncomfortable with it until it was too late. On the ride home, he all of a sudden wouldn't look and me and started to shut down. I feel so angry at myself for blabbing on about things he probably didn't know. Anyways, when we got to my house, he would normally give me a kiss goodbye or walk me to the door but he didn...

I live in the upper unit of a duplex that’s on a hill. So my front door looks out one direction, their front door looks the other way and about 1/3 of their house is underground because of the hill. I have a nice little side porch which happens to be over their side door/patio where they store their trash and recycling bins. Keep in mind that from the porch, I cannot see their patio unless I am deliberately looking down over that part of the porch. I have a cat, a perfect baby angel, who is indoor/outdoor. He will chill on the porch so I periodically check if he wants to come in or if he’s just vibing. It is important to note that I really really love my cat. So anyways today I opened the door to check on him. It’s a beautiful day, warm but not boiling, sun is shining and a lovely breeze. My cat is relaxing in a position best deserved as shavasana (belly up, big stretch - getting the tummy sunshine he needs to charge). I open the door and say (slightly above normal speaking volume)...

I can't get over this embarrassing incident that happened last Saturday. I work as a bartender in a fancy cocktail bar in NYC. The weekends are busy, and I’m able to read my tables quickly their body language, speed of drink, their tipping behaviour etc. You get the hang of things. This couple arrived and sat at the bar right in front of my station around 9pm. The first trouble sign was her mocktail order. I learned later that it wasn’t because she didn’t drink but because she wanted to stay sober enough to leave early if needed. Another concerning sign is that she left her coat on for the first 20 minutes. Another warning sign was her constant phone usage whenever he wasn’t looking. This dude was making a real effort not gonna lie. He ordered the good shit. He requested my suggestions. He showed her that he really liked her in a thoughtful way. My colleague and I have a whispered observation thing we do periodically in between the rush. I accept full responsibility for being ...

Before I get into this story, I just want to say that yes, I am a huge idiot and I fully brought this upon myself. I expect to get absolutely torn apart in the comments, but this story is too good (or too bad) not to share. This all happened last night around 8:30 pm. I, 31M, decided it would be a great idea to finally deal with the poop stew that has been quietly fermenting for a year in a trash can in my backyard. Some backstory on the trash can. About two years ago, my wife, 30F, and I moved into a rental house with our dog and quickly realized we needed somewhere to store dog poop to keep the yard clean. This is where the bad decision-making began. Instead of grabbing a small Home Depot bucket, we opted for a large trash can. Bigger than a kitchen bin, smaller than a curbside dumpster. Stupid. I know. For a while, it worked. We lined it with a trash bag, tossed in the K-9 fecal grenades, and every week we’d pull the bag, tie it off, and throw it into our dumpster right before pi...

God this is silly. My little sister and I were supposed to return to campus today. i mean we ALWAYS come back together. for safety and other things. so for context our uni does this traditional thing, i won't specify for anonymity but its pretty wholesome. its kinda spontaneous too, as in you only hear about it the day of. and my sister is a freshman so she has never experienced it before but I've told her how it was last year in detail. so basically she has been looking forward to it all year.( yeah only happens at the end of the year) so when she told me she isn't coming today i kinda got mad and for me it was sort of a rebellious moment of like "am not her shepherd, i won't stay home again just cause she doesn't wanna go". but my gut feeling was- and i mean sickeningly insistent on nagging her so i asked a couple of times. she refused which made my ego even more involved. she even asked if she can join me in drinking some fancy latté at some cafe rig...