Instead of using the plastic cups they don't clean well in the hotspot I use the styrofoam ones for everything

So, there is this guy that is really sweet and I have had the biggest crush on him for a while now. Problem is I have major trust issues. From being in abusive relationships, mentally and physically, to other things that will remain unmentioned. And I want to trust him, but my head gets in the way. I wish I could talk to him about what I am goin through right now. But I just cannot bring myself to trust. Not yet.

I want a guy that will buy me pretty diamonds on our first date and spoil me forever.

Yesterday, just as I was laying down on the bed to have sex with my boyfriend, I burped a pretty loud one. He looked up from putting on the condom and says "ew, what a turn off!" and proceeded to fuck me hard enough to make me sore as hell. Guess it wasn't that big of a turn off

I'm a business alumni from NAU. Partied all 4 years, graduated top 15% of my class,joined clubs, and made great connections. I certainly enjoyed my time there. Now that I look back, I really could have gotten ahead of the game if I didn't do what everyone else was doing. 50% of college graduates aren't getting jobs and 85% are moving back home with mom and dad.I became part of the 85%. I got a management position in my field and hated it. I now started my own business and I'm in control of my own destiny. If anyone on here doesn't want to be a part those statistics then like this.

I confess that sex helps me sleep at night. In fact it works better than Nyquil and Melatonin.

So I met a guy on the app Meet Me and he was perfect. He was a sexy baseball player at a high school fifteen minutes from mine and I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He started our convo all sweet and sexy, and I was all for the "Don't smoke, don't drink, don't do drugs" things, until he said no sex before marriage. How could he have been sooo perfect and sexy in a subtle, non-cocky way, and then drop the bomb that he wouldn't even allow me to touch him below the belt. So depressing. I would have been willing to date him and he'd have melted under my touch. Not sure if it was his loss or mine...

Seeing a guy writing with his left hand really turns me on. Is that weird?