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What is the largest amount of food you have seen/heard about someone eating at one sitting?
Personally I had seen one man pile 9 plates of Chinese food (mostly cheap noodles and chicken). When they eat by themselves, I think they eat a lot more. When they are with friends, the social pressure keeps them from gorging too much. My waiters had said a larger number, but they might be overestimating. No one can really eat more than 2 pounds.
I’ve been married 20+ years, and rarely have sex with my wife. I reminded her a week ago that it’s been a month. In a normal marriage where we’re raising kids, have a good relationship, I am scared for the future that this is just how it’s going to be. Here is a quick summary of what I’m talking about:
I never had a romantic life at 41 and it’s making me bitter.
I struggled with that a lot in my twenties. It’s the period during which remaining alone while other folks mingled around was the hardest. I didn’t stay idle, I worked on myself, met new people, did sports, checked internet for advice and asked my friends for ways to improve, went to therapy. I remained the discreet dude who had very good looking friends.
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1. Shot in the arm when I was young when I got caught in the middle of a drive by shooting.
You know in the movies where a gun goes off and there’s a sudden look of shock on the victim’s face before he looks at the wound? That’s very accurate. I did not feel any pain or anything. I heard the gunshot and felt a tight pressure in my arm. I looked and saw the wound and how much blood I was losing, and the next thing I know I’m in the hospital.”
I am a 72 year old female who just found out I have stomach cancer.
My whole life I worked as a neurosurgeon and spent my youth and up until my early forties, going through school and trying to become the very best medical doctor.
I never had kids, was way to busy to marry, and only even had any definition by my career title.
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I’ve spent my whole life wondering why I procrastinate on things I enjoy doing. I think I’ve figured it out, and it’s really fucking stupid.
Intellectually, I know that the future is a real thing. There is, in fact, a time other than now. I know that. But I don’t believe it.
My brain thinks time is a myth and there’s no such thing as tomorrow. No matter how many times tomorrow comes, it refuses to believe that it will happen again. It’s like I think the world is going to end in 15 minutes.
A little over two months ago I was lucky enough to meet a girl who was 100% on board with the whole tantric/karreza/sex without release bit. While I’d had these experiences in the past, they were few and far between, and I’d certainly never had a partner who was committed to helping me with this stuff. I figured I’d take some time off from posting and take a deep dive into the world of sex with Semen Retention.
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You feel like a sharp object has hit you, it is running from your chest in a downward motion, it hurts like hell.
You are ripped open and the pain is unbearable but there’s no blood… on the outside.
In the inside, it’s your heart that has been punctured and ripped and the pressure you feel is like the blood from the hit wanting to rush out.
Everything inside feels immensely tight. The pressure is building and has nowhere to go.
Why did you get into this business?
The city I live in is extremely corrupt. I’ll be honest, I was living at home, working a minimum wage job, paying too much money a month for a decent car (2014 25k car), I was struggling financially overall. I had a hunger for money and power, ultimately leading me to find someone who could get me in, a “recruiter” if you will.
