Story Name: "I Thought He Was Broke, But He Was My Billionaire Test" Part 5 of 8 I can’t breathe. My fingers tremble as I try to process what he just said. “You were using me?” My voice barely breaks the silence, shaky and uncertain. His face is a mask of defiance. “Not using you—testing you.” “Testing me? Like some... experiment?” I feel my eyes widen, disbelief washing over me. “Exactly,”...
day 17 of trying to become an expert in building model trains. i thought my friends would be proud. they literally sided with the dude who builds wooden yachts instead. i spent two hours justifying why my mini railway deserved more attention than their... yachts. also, the way he painted his boats? unsettlingly beautiful. do i have a crush on someone who builds yachts now?
has anyone ever felt like they have a more complicated relationship with their coffee than with any human being? like, I literally asked my barista how their weekend was, and I genuinely listened, as if they were my therapist. I know their order, I know their favorite pastry. they don’t even know my name! it’s wild. I am basically IN LOVE with my morning coffee. I should be asking it to go to dinner instead of just guzzling it down before my morning meeting.
has anyone ever felt like they have a more complicated relationship with their coffee than with any human being? like, I literally asked my barista how their weekend was, and I genuinely listened, as if they were my therapist. I know their order, I know their favorite pastry. they don’t even know my name! it’s wild. I am basically IN LOVE with my morning coffee. I should be asking it to go to dinner instead of just guzzling it down before my morning meeting.
literally thought I was just trying to impress someone with my artisanal sourdough skills—but turns out I was just reinforcing their belief that I’m “too much” while they lift weights for fun. they said they don’t do relationships and I have baked thirty loaves to cope—flooding my kitchen with bread while they’re probably in their third round of squats. now my therapy bill is almost as heavy as th...