greenmangostudio

I (24F) fucked up by oversharing about my dating life with coworkers. Everyone at this job is around my age and we have about 10 to 20 hours of office time in this role. I have 2 to 3 friends that I trust at work. This summer, I went through a gut wrenching situationship that altered my views on dating and I hadn’t dated since. I recently downloaded Hinge and began going on one date per week and have had some pretty good experiences. I ended up going on a date with a guy who ended up having a micro penis. I was totally shocked by this and wanted to ask if anyone else had had this experience before so I decided to tell a few coworkers that I trusted. They all egged me on, and were laughing as I was telling the story. Two even shared similar experiences if they had had. Obviously, I’m aware that this isn’t safe for work, but I was so shook from the experience I had that I wanted to discuss it. I go into supervision with my manager and at the end she starts saying that she has to talk to...

So today I went to a shop that I go to pretty regularly. There’s a guy who works there that I have a pretty good rapport with, and between the last couple of times I’ve gone in, I’ve picked up on a bit of flirting. So today I went in & he was eating a smoothie fruit bowl. I asked him if it was from somewhere around here, to which he said no it was from a spot closer to his place. I said something like “we don’t have any good smoothie places around here” and he replied with “I’ll have to take you to this one some time” AND THEN I LAUGHED Mind you I would loveeeee to go. I think he’s pretty good looking and really easy to talk to. But I’m an awkward laugher. I laugh allllll the time. Especially when I’m nervous; which I most definitely was. Ughhhhhh pray 4 me yall lol TLDR: I laughed at a guy who (kinda?) asked me out

TIFU. I was in line at a grocery store and the older lady in front of me was having trouble paying. I overheard the cashier tell her only $50 went through on her card and she owed the rest of her total. After she scrambled trying a couple of different cards, I discreetly asked the cashier how much was left to pay. She said $1.37 and I told her I would pay it. I wound up trying 2 different cards which don’t work, so I tell the cashier I think it might be her machine. She literally doesn’t react, so I take out the credit card that my partner gave me to help pay for the things I was picking up. That went through no problem. The cashier then hands the lasy the receipt, who is confued. The cashier explains that I helped pau the rest of her total and this lady starts almost falling over. She thankfully had a walker, because I was about ready to catch her. She then gives me a hug and I’m just thinking wow…kind of an over reaction. Then she asks me if I know how much I just paid. And I’m lik...

This happened slowly over a few weeks. Work had been draining and by the time evenings came around I was just done. Not dramatic burnout. Just that quiet tired where even small tasks feel heavy. Somehow the thing I kept pushing off was checking my budget. At first it was harmless. I told myself I’d look tomorrow. Then tomorrow became the weekend. Then it turned into “I already know roughly where things are.” Bills were still getting paid. My card still worked. Life kept moving. I just wasn’t really looking. The problem is money doesn’t pause because you’re tired. A couple subscriptions renewed. Utilities came in higher than usual. I ordered food more than I meant to because cooking felt like effort. None of it felt reckless in the moment. It all felt justified. But when I finally opened my bank app properly my balance was lower than I expected and that sinking feeling hit. I sat there scrolling and trying to piece together the last few weeks. That’s when it clicked that my system o...

My brain is a monstrosity—truly a Frankenstein of nature. So, I cooked this giant loaf of garlic bread for dinner tonight, both halves of the loaf. I figured I’d give the other side to my roommate, right? Then, after careful consideration, I realized that eating JUST garlic bread for dinner is not a normal thing to do, and that he would probably think it was weird as well. So, as one does, I ate both halves of the garlic bread before he ever saw it, to make sure my crime would go unnoticed. Now, my stomach is killing me, and I haven't left my chair in ~45 minutes. it should be noted, that for some reason, I ate it IN THE kitchen. I basically wolfed it down before he had the opportunity to come out. Regretting my choices currently. TL;DR: I cooked a whole loaf of garlic bread for dinner, realized that’s a weird meal, and ate the evidence to avoid judgment. My stomach is now paying the price.

TIFU by have a bet with my bro. My brother and I made a bet one drunken night regarding the NFL Honors. I bet my older bro that Stafford would win MVP, and he chose Maye. We made a bet who ever lost would have to eat a single dog turd from our family's tiny poodle. No rules on how or with what. I won. Still regret it. Bro ate a turd on a hot dog bun with hot sauce, mustard, vinegar, and a hot dog split in half. Needless to say vomit ensued. This already had me gagging prior to him eating it but i vomited multiple times as well. We took shots prior to him eating it hoping it would soften the blow, but as i said. It completely did not. This was 100% fucked all around. I will say I'm actually surprised he kept the bet. Not saying i wouldn't but he took it like a chanp. No complaints. No delay. Just housing the entire turd. I don't understand why i must make this entirely too long. It's a straight to the point story. No major omissions were presented in the retelling. ...