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I've only been in this neighbourhood (countryside, ~99% white British) for about 6 months, yet something strange happened earlier while I was at the gym.

Before I'd even warmed up, a middle-aged guy came up to me asking if I was the one who'd left their headphones at the desk in the middle of the gym. I said no, as I'd only just got here.

The guy kept talking to me, just friendly stuff, nothing our of the ordinary. He seemed about my age, so I figured it was just conversation.

Long story short, he finds out I'm a professional, married, fresh to the area. At this point I'm still warming up, not bothered about the conversation or the time.

He answers a phone call from his wife (supposedly) then asks if I'd like to join the local Lodge (there's one literally ~1 minute away from the house I bought,) which is hardly a secret. The conversation kinda faded out naturally, but he said he'd seen me a few times in the gym moving 'big weight.'

I had a great uncle who was a Mason in the early 1960s, he told me to some wild shit. It's probably different and more cucked now.

What do I do fellow bigots?
Depends, do you think you could get invited to the secret wife swap sex rituals?
 
Yesterday I had a day off and went on a bike ride. It was freezing cold in the evening, but I didn't care. After some time to my complete amazement I stumbled upon an apple tree. Yes, with ice covered apples on it. I took one of them and tried to take a bite. Sweet and sour with a crunchy ice on top, it was probably the best thing I tasted in a while. While looking at the sunset I realized how beautiful this moment really was. And today after rainy night it is almost like it never was.
Take care, people and please, cherish those little moments. Their transcience is what makes them priceless.
 
Depends, do you think you could get invited to the secret wife swap sex rituals?
I fucking hate westerners who refuse to read history. Lodges historically were social clubs where people invited were vetted by he members it is a byproduct of urbanization where you don't know everyone in your village. I fucking swear after millions spend in education you are even less educated than the slavic cleaning lady in your office. How is this even possible?!
 
Went to Lijiang with my mother 3 days ago; I bought back my wife and my younger sister a lot of presents. For most of the time, in CCP territory, it fucking sucks balls that the only site I could access during the trip was only Kiwi Farms. I outright refuse to use Bilibili as an alternate YouTube method. But I really regret not buying a SIM card so that I can contact with my wife, friends and co-workers, because it's god-awful expensive to buy Chink SIM or eSIM to pave access to the internet. Almost all websites are banned by the Chinks, and the wi-fi everywhere in Lijiang, like almost all of China, is extremely piss shit.
 
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I've only been in this neighbourhood (countryside, ~99% white British) for about 6 months, yet something strange happened earlier while I was at the gym.

Before I'd even warmed up, a middle-aged guy came up to me asking if I was the one who'd left their headphones at the desk in the middle of the gym. I said no, as I'd only just got here.

The guy kept talking to me, just friendly stuff, nothing our of the ordinary. He seemed about my age, so I figured it was just conversation.

Long story short, he finds out I'm a professional, married, fresh to the area. At this point I'm still warming up, not bothered about the conversation or the time.

He answers a phone call from his wife (supposedly) then asks if I'd like to join the local Lodge (there's one literally ~1 minute away from the house I bought,) which is hardly a secret. The conversation kinda faded out naturally, but he said he'd seen me a few times in the gym moving 'big weight.'

I had a great uncle who was a Mason in the early 1960s, he told me to some wild shit. It's probably different and more cucked now.

What do I do fellow bigots?
Go for it and keep us updated
 
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Girlfriend managed to spill water on the laptop last night aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Could still shut it down normally but i have no idea if any damage has been done, dried it off as best as we could, it will stay off until tuesday the least. It's not even close to being paid off as well and i am almost sure warranty won't cover anything. Coincides nicely with her going back into the YT game, she started again a week ago or so and the channel is soaring, got her AdSense and full monetization back after her previous channel got closed, the YT algo really is a mystery to me. At least she can continue to do her thing from my desktop but this shit still sucks. I am hoping for the best regarding the laptop but the waiting game is already doing my head in.
remove battery and power and put it on a heater/radiator for a couple of days.
If water got deep in it takes forever to dry.
Today I walked into a restaurant and walked out with delicious food and the phone number of the cutie running the register. Who knew that chatting up random women actually works!
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Did you check if the number works?
 
I fucked up this week, I only went 2 out of 5 days to the gym. I made up for one of them (kind of) by adding it onto the end of my other one but I've come under this intense fatigue where I work from 11 pm - 7 am, fuck off until like 1-2 PM and wake up at 8 am, say "lol i can surely slumber till 845 or 9 then go to the gym) and end up sleeping until 1015 before going back to work.

It doesn't help that the temperature dropped a shitton and first snow came and my thermostat is broke and doesn't dispense heat so I'm glued to a space heater for the time being. Really need to get onto that.

Also my coworkers were sperging about my company (that contracts to the military) having a contract change and having to cut a bunch of us, and I just found out thats likely true, so thats fucked. I think I can survive it though; out of the 15~ people in my section, 2 are on paperwork for being late (and 1 is about to get btfo as they missed 6/10 days in the past 2 weeks) 1 failed their certification, 1 is looked at badly for lack of effort and 2 are trying to leave.

They keep hiring people interestingly enough.

And to top it all off I thirstposted in A&N D:
 
i'm full of despair. the likelihood of me emigrating to the us and leaving the uk is slim to none. as my friend so delicately put it, i should 'use my british charm and feminine wiles to find a good husband'. ugh. the only way i could feasibly get in is through marriage. i could get in on a student visa and then OPT; but that would only be 2 years - and i'd have to fucking bust ass to make an employer who would give me a visa (which is hardly fucking anyone). hardly anyone is willing to give the visa necessary for an immigrant worker in my sector because stem is preferential - unless i reconsider becoming a teacher over my original sector of choice.

i can't bear the thought of desecrating something like marriage for a visa. it physically sickens me to think about something like that. i want to marry someone because i love them, because i want to raise children. not for that sweet sweet muh green card.

i just want to build a happy life for myself and be able to support my mom in her retirement as she approaches it. there's no money in my home country. i just want to give her a better life than the shitty hand she's been dealt. i feel so fucking bitter and upset and this fucking flu is not making me any more cheerful. i do apologise for being so depressing when i'm normally more of an encouraging type. there's endless support and bursaries for postgraduate students who have illegally crossed the border into the usa; but when i, a british citizen, want to do so - fuck me gently, its a wasteland. nothing. nada. zilch. z e r o.

i feel so cruel and so awful for admitting it but i hate, hate, hate illegal immigrants so much. they've made the process so much more invariably cruel for people like me who want to integrate into american society and be a constructive part of it.

i'm going to try and keep my head up. if nothing else, doing a postgrad in the states alone would be wonderful.
 
I fucking hate westerners who refuse to read history. Lodges historically were social clubs where people invited were vetted by he members it is a byproduct of urbanization where you don't know everyone in your village. I fucking swear after millions spend in education you are even less educated than the slavic cleaning lady in your office. How is this even possible?!
1. It was a joke
2. Nothing you said ruled out secret wife swap sex rituals.
 
Day was good, I made at least 100 origami balloons which I strung and made a garland from

I also deep cleaned our bathroom, started reorganizing our bookshelves, my sewing supplies and I moved a PAIN IN THE ASS nightstand into our basement.

Over all my day has been productive so far and I'm cozy.

Update: I spoke too soon and just found out that due to dramatic circumstances, I'll be hosting another dinner at my house on Wednesday for thanksgiving
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Mom has terminal cancer
I'm so sorry
There's more... She went under the knife no fewer than three times this month. We have a supporting family, she already beat cancer 6 years ago, but my sister refuses to visit. She loves me so, so much, but I can't help but think I could've been a better son. She had to endure so much hardship. How she left home at 14, got a higher education and escaped poverty... She didn't deserve the man my father is. She did her best for me. I could never thank her enough. And she's dying. She wants to spend the last of her days with me. But I will never be a tenth of the person she is. I should carry on her torch, her legacy, and let her inspire me to be the best man (and hopefully future father) I can be. But my nigger brain still has the audacity to tell me to end it. I must overcome this grief and shame.
 
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She loves me so, so much, but I can't help but think I could've been a better son.

For her sake, take the time you have left with her in stride and make as many good memories as you can.

Losing a parent is so hard, especially to something like cancer and after a life of hardship.

Find your resolve and push on, remember:
You are your mother's son.
 
It does, she texted that it was a pleasure to meet me and I texted back likewise. My autist brain is not sure what to do next though.
She reached out first? That's good news!

So yes, either ask her if she'd like to go get a drink (or coffee or dinner, or whatever is standard in your world) [this week or next weekend or whatever], and if she's receptive have a place/time in mind and suggest it, but be flexible. Or if that feels too much, just say (even if repetitive) you really enjoyed chatting and ask her something minor like has she been working there long or whatever - just chitchat.

And I'll disagree with @Señora Airi a bit - "hang out sometime" is wishy-washy if you're interested. I appreciate low key, and it could be fine, but if you're interested, ask her out.

Last thing - if you ask her out and she says she's not comfortable meeting alone without knowing you better, don't get discouraged or offended. Take it in good humor (not funny humor but easygoing humor) and take her lead on comfort-level. Then pivot to chat/getting to know each other and chill for another opening to suggest something.
 
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