Yes.
(I think this question needs to be a little bit more open ended)
Yes. The first woman that approached me in a club. I was a fat boy most of my life, lost a bunch of weight during university, but was still very very insecure due to trauma and some residual skin/fat.
She simply came up to me and said “Hi, I find you incredibly attractive.” - very simple statement, but this was the first time I had seriously considered the possibility that a woman would be attracted to me.
Yea, Tom Porter. I worked at the community for a few springs/summers and participated in setting up for the Strawberry festival. My father was in turmoil after his mother died and it was revealed she was a foundling and his grandparents weren’t actually his grandparents. There is some evidence she may have been mowhawk though my DNA test didn’t show any trace… either way I got a crash course on American Indian culture and while I don’t claim to be a tribal member I support the community when I can, especially in terms of cultural outreach and preservation.
There was this bloke who used to sit at the train station close to the uni I was attending at the time, he’d drink cans of alcohol and do a little trainspotting. We talked a couple of times and he gave me some advice that helped me get out of my shell and talk to people a lot more. I must’ve only chatted with him, like, once or twice but I think it made all the difference in pushing me into making friends in what would otherwise’ve been a very lonely and isolated part of my life.
yup, my professor. she teached me for only one semester but her pesonality has made a home in my brain. she has also teached me some “lessons” which I won’t forget for rest of my life :(
Met my best friend last December. A few months before I met her I had nearly died due to alcohol abuse where I was hospitalized for week, after which I chose to act on the fact I was transgendered. I started GAHT a week or two after meeting her. We became really close and about a month and a half ago I came out to her and she’s literally changed my life with her support, helping me to come out to others and accept my true self. I still have alcohol abuse problems but she doesn’t drink and I also don’t drink when I spend time with her because I don’t feel the need to. She lives in a different city so we usually spend entire weekends together or longer when we get together where I don’t drink at all which is unheard of for me for a very very long time. I still struggle with a lot of things but I can confidently say I wouldn’t be here without her. I’m a lurker and rarely post anything but she’s important enough to me I wanted to tell you all about her :) Thank you for that opportunity!
Thanks for sharing. I hope you’ll be able to change your abusive relationship with alcohol into a healthy relationship with somebody else.
When I was in a mental hospital when I was a teenager (after but not directly related to my suicide attempt), I met someone my age that was there that just instantly clicked with me. What I needed more than anything was someone to talk to and feel comfortable around, and they were that. I was there less than a week but we hugged when I was leaving like we’d known each other all our lives.
I don’t know why we never exchanged contact information (it might have been forbidden by the hospital? Hard to recall), but I think about that at least once a year and am happy to have met them.
James Taylor’s Fire and Rain is about exactly this situation.
I was with a friend at a pub that had karaoke night. He’s the extroverted kind and got us into a group of girls. I sat there for a bit and sang quietly with the music, never thought much of my voice or myself for that matter. The girl next to me listened and told me „Holy shit you sing great!“. She got me to go on stage and it was so much fun! People loved it. We talked a while afterwards. She was clearly into me. It didn’t work out because she still had a boyfriend but damn did it lift my self esteem! And I got singing lessons for a year.
Yeah, but it took me years to realize it. I used to be a part of a FFXIV LGBT+ focused Facebook group, and there was one woman there who was the start of breaking down some brick walls in myself. Just listening to her talk about her journey through transitioning opened my eyes to some negative feelings I was carrying, and later on in my life, where those feelings really stemmed from.
I wish I had said “no” when she asked me if I was so sure about myself. I feel like I missed a wide open door I should’ve jumped through, instead of stumbling through it already half-broken 10 years down the line.
This is probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever written, it’s an impossibly small chance, but if you’re out there, I miss the fuck outta you, you pole-smoking thundercunt. I wish I realized what a friend I had before I chose to walk away.
When I was in 8th grade, I ended up separated from most of my elementary friends. I had one friend that I knew, and she had the same problem the previous year, and introduced me to some of her new friends. One was this boy who had a deformed arm. He opened my eyes to a whole new world of interests, musical tastes, style, anime, books (including one of my favorite authors to this day), and just generally made me look at life differently. We talked on the phone every night, to the point where my parents got me a second phone line because I was on the phone so much. He introduced me to his friends, one of which became my first boyfriend. And he was one of the first people I’d met that was as smart as me and I could have real conversations about the world with. He pretty much changed my outlook on life, and I would say the trajectory too. And he was my best friend.
The next part gets sad, though. I met him the first day of 8th grade. Fast forward to summer break, we’re about to go into high school, and I went on a vacation with my family. My mom gets a call a day before we go back, she is visibly distressed but says it’s nothing. When I get home, three of my friends and my grandma are waiting for us. My grandma breaks the news: my best friend died. He had a heart defect - his heart gave out. I knew him for a year, and I still think about him all the time. It’s surreal sometimes. I have like two photos of him. I don’t talk to anyone who knew him anymore. It was so long ago and I know I’ve forgotten so much about him, it’s hard to think about sometimes. But none of that takes away the changes he made in my life. Also, ironically, he brought me to Christianity, but I could never forgive god for taking him away.
