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Weird shit and nothing else
Betty said:I didn’t realize this wasn’t weird outside of a runner’s community:
I generally have anywhere between 1-6 fake toenails at any given time. (You can get them at most salons that offer pedicures)
After a year of not running - knee surgery - all of my toenails have grown back and I had almost -pretty feet.
But today’s run gave me a tell-tale crack on the left big toenail. I told my friend I’d have to get a falsie for it for sandal season and she fell out of her chair.
Fell. Out.
I was today years old when I found out that most people don’t get fake toenails when they go get their nails did
I have big feet (I’m a tall woman) and no matter which shoe I have, men’s, women’s, Altra, Nike, New Balance, Hoka, Brooks… the toe box is going to rub my left big toenail off.
So. Weird.
I wish I was tall...I'm only five feet two. I used to comfort myself that petite people are short...but I can't quite convince myself.,😂
I generally have anywhere between 1-6 fake toenails at any given time. (You can get them at most salons that offer pedicures)
After a year of not running - knee surgery - all of my toenails have grown back and I had almost -pretty feet.
But today’s run gave me a tell-tale crack on the left big toenail. I told my friend I’d have to get a falsie for it for sandal season and she fell out of her chair.
Fell. Out.
I was today years old when I found out that most people don’t get fake toenails when they go get their nails did
I have big feet (I’m a tall woman) and no matter which shoe I have, men’s, women’s, Altra, Nike, New Balance, Hoka, Brooks… the toe box is going to rub my left big toenail off.
So. Weird.
I wish I was tall...I'm only five feet two. I used to comfort myself that petite people are short...but I can't quite convince myself.,😂
I don't know if this is weird or funny. A friend of mine was making out on the front set of a car with her boyfriend (,husband afterwards for a couple of years) at the end of a deserted country road. A police patrol car drove up and two officers came to investigate. They shone their lights in.
The guy in panic sat up and my friend pulled the blanket over herself exposing her boyfriend's naked self.
On sitting up he banged his erect penis on the steering wheel, making a resounding boing! My friend was mortified her boyfriend was red-faced.
And the policeman calmly said 'after you're done, go home. This place is not a safe place to be." and they drove off.
They didn't finish it off. They went home.
My friend was laughing fit to cry when she told us this occurrence 😂
The guy in panic sat up and my friend pulled the blanket over herself exposing her boyfriend's naked self.
On sitting up he banged his erect penis on the steering wheel, making a resounding boing! My friend was mortified her boyfriend was red-faced.
And the policeman calmly said 'after you're done, go home. This place is not a safe place to be." and they drove off.
They didn't finish it off. They went home.
My friend was laughing fit to cry when she told us this occurrence 😂
Betty said:I didn’t realize this wasn’t weird outside of a runner’s community:
I have a good friend who's a long-distance runner and we went to get a mani-pedi together and she had to get some fake toenails. I didn't know THAT was a thing. I was shocked to see her feet in sandals for the first time! The only other feet I'd seen like that were ballerinas. I had been clueless up to that point! Clueless! And I was the mile runner for high school/college track!
Grace said:I don't know if this is weird or funny. A friend of mine was making out on the front set of a car with her boyfriend (,husband afterwards for a couple of years) at the end of a deserted country road. A police patrol car drove up and two officers came to investigate. They shone their lights in.
The guy in panic sat up and my friend pulled the blanket over herself exposing her boyfriend's naked self.
On sitting up he banged his erect penis on the steering wheel, making a resounding boing! My friend was mortified her boyfriend was red-faced.
And the policeman calmly said 'after you're done, go home. This place is not a safe place to be." and they drove off.
They didn't finish it off. They went home.
My friend was laughing fit to cry when she told us this occurrence 😂
LOL! My cousin's husband worked as campus police at a college and they used to run across couples hiding all the time! Except, they weren't hiding as good as they thought
I have a good friend who's a long-distance runner and we went to get a mani-pedi together and she had to get some fake toenails. I didn't know THAT was a thing. I was shocked to see her feet in sandals for the first time! The only other feet I'd seen like that were ballerinas. I had been clueless up to that point! Clueless! And I was the mile runner for high school/college track!
Grace said:I don't know if this is weird or funny. A friend of mine was making out on the front set of a car with her boyfriend (,husband afterwards for a couple of years) at the end of a deserted country road. A police patrol car drove up and two officers came to investigate. They shone their lights in.
The guy in panic sat up and my friend pulled the blanket over herself exposing her boyfriend's naked self.
On sitting up he banged his erect penis on the steering wheel, making a resounding boing! My friend was mortified her boyfriend was red-faced.
And the policeman calmly said 'after you're done, go home. This place is not a safe place to be." and they drove off.
They didn't finish it off. They went home.
My friend was laughing fit to cry when she told us this occurrence 😂
LOL! My cousin's husband worked as campus police at a college and they used to run across couples hiding all the time! Except, they weren't hiding as good as they thought
I was dating someone and swinging at the same time (with his blessing). I met someone on a swingers website and he asked me where I was on Thanksgiving. I told him I spent it with my bf and his family (it was the first holiday party). My new friend asked me who I sat next to, so I told him. “My boyfriend’s cousin.” “That was my wife. I was the guy she was on FaceTime with that you waved to.” After that every family party was…interesting.
I have too many of theses…
I was only swinging for a few weeks when I opened my DM inbox on the swingers website and found a message from a couple I hadn’t messaged with before. Their profile pic was blurred so you couldn’t see their faces. When I opened the message it was photos of their nude bodies. That’s it. No actual message. The woman looked familiar and after a few minutes I was like, no. No way would she contact me. So, I relied with “(her name), is that you?” They were still online but didn’t respond. I waited a bit, messaging with various people, checking out other profiles, etc. I kept going back to their profile and the DM. I was baffled. Why would she contact me like that? Why would she contact me at all? After a couple hours I shut off my computer and went to bed.
The next morning I couldn’t stop thinking about that message. I opened up my inbox and the message was deleted. So was their profile. It had to be her. What the hell? Why? So, I waited. I would ask her when I saw her.
A few days later I received a call from the office manager from the agency I was receiving mental health services. She didn’t sound pleased. “We rescheduled your appointment with another therapist because of the situation.” Uh huh. The situation. It was her. Or her husband maybe. That’s the only thing I could think of. That my therapist, who was aware that I recently joined a swingers website, who was happy for me because not only because was she an excellent therapist, she was also a sexologist and I told her absolutely everything, had enough professionalism to tell her supervisor what happened. She divulged her personal information, exposed per private life, because her husband contacted me.
And what was my first thought while the bitchy sounding office manager who was telling me that “the situation” was the reason my therapist was no longer practicing at that office? Can I have her number because it’s not a conflict of interest anymore and she’s fucking hot.
This kind of shit happens to me all the time.
I was only swinging for a few weeks when I opened my DM inbox on the swingers website and found a message from a couple I hadn’t messaged with before. Their profile pic was blurred so you couldn’t see their faces. When I opened the message it was photos of their nude bodies. That’s it. No actual message. The woman looked familiar and after a few minutes I was like, no. No way would she contact me. So, I relied with “(her name), is that you?” They were still online but didn’t respond. I waited a bit, messaging with various people, checking out other profiles, etc. I kept going back to their profile and the DM. I was baffled. Why would she contact me like that? Why would she contact me at all? After a couple hours I shut off my computer and went to bed.
The next morning I couldn’t stop thinking about that message. I opened up my inbox and the message was deleted. So was their profile. It had to be her. What the hell? Why? So, I waited. I would ask her when I saw her.
A few days later I received a call from the office manager from the agency I was receiving mental health services. She didn’t sound pleased. “We rescheduled your appointment with another therapist because of the situation.” Uh huh. The situation. It was her. Or her husband maybe. That’s the only thing I could think of. That my therapist, who was aware that I recently joined a swingers website, who was happy for me because not only because was she an excellent therapist, she was also a sexologist and I told her absolutely everything, had enough professionalism to tell her supervisor what happened. She divulged her personal information, exposed per private life, because her husband contacted me.
And what was my first thought while the bitchy sounding office manager who was telling me that “the situation” was the reason my therapist was no longer practicing at that office? Can I have her number because it’s not a conflict of interest anymore and she’s fucking hot.
This kind of shit happens to me all the time.
