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lol why are people writing "I chatted to this chick on Skype" as a relationship. That's fucking pathetic and you should kill yourself.
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lol why are people writing "I chatted to this chick on Skype" as a relationship. That's fucking pathetic and you should kill yourself.
When I was mourning my first breakup, I found out about and started using Omegle.
I just wanted to have conversations with random people on there, but most people who filled out shared interest tags seemed to only be there for cybersex.
Spoilered for size.
One random person I talked to about my various problems, including my poor communication skills (trying to explain my :autism: in a polite and roundabout way), but she was totally enthralled by the eloquence of my writing. She was interested enough in me to exchange emails so we could talk more later.
The character she showed me, claiming it was her fursona, was the waifu of Sage Freehaven (do we have a thread on that lolcow? Even other furries make fun of him), Sage's sister Sechs Fuckheaven. I drew her fan art of this character anyway and spitballed ideas on how to make it more unique to her - she settled on having the tail of a cat and all-blue headfur instead of brown with blue highlights.
She was from Japan and never shared her full name with me, only being known as Aiko. I tried to keep my distance, emotionally, because I was still hurting from my previous relationship and because she was not a Christian. She seemed really self-conscious about things like if my family would be okay with me dating an Asian and stuff.
I never called her my girlfriend, but I was definitely in love with her. She was frustratingly hard to get to know on a personal level in part because of the timezone difference and in part because of the partial language barrier - I knew English only, and she could read/write English better than most other English speakers I knew but never quite seemed good enough at it.
It turned out that she said such nice things about my writing skills because she wanted me to write up erotic fanfiction for her to read. Bondage, torture, and rape fanfiction. I consider it a mark of shame that I went as far as I did with giving her some (never going to the point of writing the rape scenes she wanted, but still giving her bondage and torture). She either didn't get or didn't care that I was uncomfortable with writing these things.
As months went on, she started sounding desperate - parents cutting off her computer and cellphone usage so she'd only be able to contact me from an Internet cafe, dad losing his job, etc. She might have been subtly trying to get me to offer her money but if she was I was too :autism: to notice.
One day we were on Messenger after a week or two apart.
Me: What's on your mind?
Her: Not much
And that was the last I ever heard from her. For a couple months I sent her an email every day hoping she'd come back. Then, eventually, I moved on.
And this is one of the best treatments I've ever received from a woman I was in love with.
I don't want to shatter your perception of reality (yet) but that person was neither Japanese nor female.
I'm gonna power-level abitLOT so bear with me... [also feels trip]
My weirdest relationship would be one of my most recent ones (this last February), we had over a 15 year age difference. (You can already imagine the complications)
It was all long-distance and this person had been my friend for nearly a year before we actually decided to start the relationship. I remember it clear as day, it was the week before Valentine's day. For months I was crushing on this person, trying to fester up the courage to tell them how I felt. They were the greatest friend I ever had and I couldn't help but fall deeply in love with them. They emotionally supported me and had my back on everything. They told me to continue my hobby in art, they told me to create a YouTube channel, they convinced me that the future is nothing to be afraid of, so long as I kept a positive outlook. They understood the root of my panic attacks and guided me closer to safety.
When I conveyed my love to them, they were slightly confused at first. It was expected of them. But it didn't take long for them to return the words, it was so beautiful coming out of their mouth. Their eyes sparkled every time we spoke on Skype, they were able to make me laugh when we played games together, they gave me a reason to get up in the morning. I wasn't scared with them. I felt every ounce of invincibility that a human being could.
Unfortunately, as expected, with an age gap like ours it didn't last. We ended up fighting quite a bit. They didn't understand the giddyness that came with my love for them, and I didn't understand their uptightness about how I felt. A lot of the time it seemed they wanted it to be a private thing, as if it was anything to be ashamed of.
Time and time again I brought up the concept of meeting them, only for it to be shut down with the fact that they had stuff to do. Adult stuff. I had just turned eighteen at the time, I didn't understand it.
Our relationship eventually began to suffer. We had passive aggressive arguments and we'd sometimes distance ourselves. It didn't take long for an argument big enough to tear it apart to come along.
My mornings went from a beautiful ocean view, to the anxious thoughts of "will they talk to me today?" "are we going to fight?" "will they block me?"
It was then that I realized it had run its course. Our relationship was a detour in their long life of failures, whereas it was a wake-up call for me.
If I could go back and change anything about it, I'd choose to stay friends with them. I sacrificed our friendship just so I could tell them I loved them...and in the end it wasn't worth it. I miss them very much.
TLDR:
I dated someone 15+ years older than me, it was weird.
Age differences matter less as you get older.Lol, I'm married to someone almost 20 years older then me. You just suck at relationships.
I was just trying to bug you, but seriously i dont think age matters. It's your attitude. I was 18 when I met him, we were friends for years before dating, and I was the persue-er. I'm sorry your relationship didn't work out, you two probably weren't on the same wave length.Age differences matter less as you get older.
Also I never said it doesn't work...
Plus it wasn't a real relationship, it was a Skype friend he was making cow-eyes atI was just trying to bug you, but seriously i dont think age matters. It's your attitude. I was 18 when I met him, we were friends for years before dating, and I was the persue-er. I'm sorry your relationship didn't work out, you two probably weren't on the same wave length.
Was he called Max?Dated a guy that towered over me (I'm 5'4 and the dude was, like, 6'5) and was a Tae Kwon Do champion. He liked to lift me at random times and shouted ramdom words out of nowhere. I was a little weirded out at the beggining, but thought "ok, he's a little weird, who's isn't?"
But then he started to eat the most vile shit, I'm talking about raw meat slushies and raw eggs with jam. He said it was because of his 'mad gainz.' I slowly came to the realization that he wasn't really 100% here mentally and emotionally, and backed the fuck off.
It lasted about five weeks and he was australian.
Madison is a chick nameNo, Madison.
Madison is a chick name
Age differences matter less as you get older.
Also I never said it doesn't work...
Yeah a friend of mine (female) around my age, mid 30s, is marrying a guy about 10 years younger and the references and little in-jokes he doesn't get are astonishing.Yeah, but the generation gap is still there. I'm 39, the wife is 26. I'll drop small jokes and references in conversation and she looks at me, asks what it is, and I'll feel like I'm 80. The last one was "Who's Mr. T?"
Yeah, but the generation gap is still there. I'm 39, the wife is 26. I'll drop small jokes and references in conversation and she looks at me, asks what it is, and I'll feel like I'm 80. The last one was "Who's Mr. T?"