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My Friend Ingeborg Friday, September 22, 2006 I have to clarify. The photo on the right is not me. It's a photo of Ingeborg, taken from The Web. Since finding out a few Mondays ago about Inegborg's untimely death, I have wracked my brain thinking where I might have old photos of her. What did she give me for a wedding present? Didn't I come back to the flat one time and she had a book for me? What was it? Where was it? I found an old photo from my wedding. You can see Ingeborg's torso and legs and hair, but her face is obstructed by some enormous serving thing set up by the wedding caterers. (I had an absolutely terrible wedding photographer.) I know there were more photos. There's a bracelet. A pearl bracelet. A "Good fake" that Ingeborg had taught me about. Had it been hers, or was it bought to emulate Ingeborg's sense of style? She always wore a pearl bracelet intertwined with a gold one. Anyway, the bracelt had long ago been discarded into some junk jewelry drawer, or given to small daughters as a dress up thing, replaced by something Cartier my second (and present) husband bought for me. He was at my wedding, too. My first wedding. The only real one I had. Getting married to the wrong husband. That was the last time I saw Ingeborg. October of 1986. Almost exactly 20 years ago. My mother had arranged for a horrible room at The Roosevelt hotel through her 'connections' for our 'honeymoon'. My coke addicted ex husband and I went there after our wedding, although we had a perfectly nice and charming Greenwich Village studio at the time. I arrived at the hotel with my drugged up and drunk new husband, starving as I hadn't had a chance to eat at the wedding. I was pregnant. It was a Sunday night, and nothing in the hotel or in the neighborhood was open. Not even room service. My new husband passed out cold, and I lay there, staring at the crumbling paint on the walls and the window that faced a brick wall. The next morning was Columbus Day. I awoke and left to find food or coffee or something, my new husband still "Sleeping it off". Nothing open in Midtown. I walked over to The Grand Hyatt next to Grand Central station. Ingeborg was working at reception or the concierge or wherever she worked at the hotel. We chatted for a bit. I think I sensed that she was displeased or disappointed. I was 22 or 23, pregnant, and had just wedded trash. True white trash, though at the time, perhaps because of Ingeborg, I thought all Europeans had class. I think we said the "I'll call you, let's keep in touch." Perhaps Ingeborg didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore. I do't know. We lost touch after that. To this day, I hate Columbus Day, and I hate Midtown Manhattan even more. posted by N. Batchelor at 9:31 AM 1 comments (Please forgive the terrible translation from Dutch to English, courtesy of a free, automatic online translating service, which wasn't very good.) Addicted to New York by Ingeborg Lariby March 2001 European friends what is that nevertheless with New York?", questions m.?n European friends always. Why you accept the discourtesy, the push, the houses of the format of a shoe box and ridiculously high rent? I nevertheless just like normal people simply in a small borough am able live, in clear house with a camper for the door, and in the weekend to the mall can go?. Maintaining you do not understand it, I hear say itself. As soon as buitenstaanders blacken someone New York, I go in maintaining. I have frequently wondered myself why I the rat race swallows actual. In the past twenty years I two turn have left, in search of a healthier live and more reasonable hiring. But just like other New York-verslaafden I it does not get finished but for each other to kick; ik kom altijd weer terug. Never insipid this city captivates me because there is never insipid. The one day encounters you for the if you are messages for doing at Balducci?s and the next day hears you Arthur Miller reads from z?n last work at the bookshop for the angle. And afterwards you a conversation concerning the political situation in Midden-Amerika with a taxi driver Gautemala have who you drive out to house. Homo or separated I hou of New York because it does not determine people or you twenty, forty, homo has separated or, and because the errors which you have not made in the past do. A buitenstaander has the impression that New Yorkers cruel to perhaps be, but I weet that can say real New Yorker zomaar suddenly in the bus on gone to house against you: Hé, schatje, gave shoes, to make co-vendor you afterwards twenty house block-systems long of its or its levensverhaal. Extremen New York are a city of extremen. The differences from district to district are enormous. A trip to a another one part of the city is a cultural experience that absolutely no other offer city has to. To the Upper East Side imagine themselves you in Paris. Chique ladies in Chanel-pakjes purse their gleaming gestifte lips. They are exactly something too frequently ge-facelift and twitter concerning the last French vogue. Years sixty wandelingetje on Saint. Mark?s Place in the East Village carry back you to the years sixty. Beside the plate shops with old elpees are themselves tatoeagestudio?s and winkeltjes full with by the mites aangevreten second-hand clothing. Teenagers in trousers with full blow and with gepiercte tongen hang on the pavement. I feel myself decrepit because they do think me to the Beatles and to the London Carnaby Street in 1969. mafia film if you direction Canal Street runs, end up you firstly in a scene from a mafia film and afterwards in achterafstraatjes of Beijing. It is fiercely bargained on cheap handelswaar, namaak-Gucci-tassen change super-fast of owner and on the context the Peking-eenden stare you vacantly to vanachter the square of a Chinese kruidenier. Stupid tourists on West Broadway in Soho can only show themselves you if you carry black, differently become you since for of those stupid tourists who observe dubbeldekker-toerbus from everything with large eyes. The trendy cafés sit full with super-slim little girls, scarcely eighteen but nevertheless already almost sixty. They clasp their Kate Spade-tas against itself such as children cling themselves to their lievelingsspeelgoed. Excited bleating them an end gone, whereas the weary looking at vriendje, metallic Nokia rusted to z?n ear, itself admires in the mirror behind the bar. Choices I am enraged on different visit the neighbours and the fact that there never an end comes to the choices which you have here. It is impossible you in the weekend annoy. On a warm spring day I take m.?n skeelers to Central park and lets through I wind m.?n its bladders if I with large speed Harlem Hill afsjees. On a grey rainy morning I am in the MOMA the purple and incorporate mauve at of the dancing of Matisse in me. Op zachte dagen in augustus kom ik tot mezelf in de koele marmeren kamers van de afdeling Egyptische Oudheden in het Metropolitan Museum of Art. Bred New Yorkers but what I find the allerleukste, on a summery Friday evening look at to the exodus of bred New are Yorkers which itself in their car?s by the Midtown squeeze tunnel, in science that I for two days the streets of Manhattan for mezelf. Tormented lover New York is a tormented lover who you drag in an emotional roller coaster. The one day sit full passie and bonst m.?n heart of agitation. The next day has been filled with intense hatred. The crash and the stress squeeze dry energy m.?n overworked body that is volgepompt with cafeine and never to sleeps belongs to. I go regular afkicken in vergelegen exotic harbour. But just like a junkie cannot I stay away too long and look at I full expectation from to the return trip. On JFK I jump in a taxi. In the back of does the fragrance of oudbakken hang patat and I listen to the driver who in quick Hindi z?n insults cousins in Queens. In suicide tempo he zooms by the movement, from the luidspreker sounds: And still a fine day does not forget your gordel. In the verte to see I the skyline van Manhattan and adrenalin starts flow. Energy rages as the kus of a lover m.?and I ask to n body if the driver what extra gas gives…and me brings home. Translation: Margit Klerk Ingeborg wrote the above about New York City. Ironically, I found it on a Moroccan-Dutch website. As for me? I hate New York. I'm like a whore to it's dirty, decrepit, diseased John. I'm here only for the money. I was born in this whore-house and the first chance I got I got out and went to London. But I returned for what I thought was to be a brief period, and met a European man who I married, with the hope that we would return to live Europe one day. But like Ingeborg, he is enamoured with The City. And now he makes his living here and we raise our children here and I leave with tghe kids and stay away every chance I get. The diseased, decrepit old John of a city has had a stroke and is waiting for the next one to take fully take it's life away...or it may just die slowly, loosing it's breath, bit by bit. The filthy air from the destruction of The Towers taking the life away from every single resident. Old, young, male, female, adults, children, dogs, cats, squirrels. Only the pigeons and the cockroaches and the water bugs will be left. Lung diseases, cancer. I hate rasing my children here. I hate worrying daily about my daughter riding the subway to school. I hate raising my son in a 1350 square foot box. I hate waiting for the other shoe to drop, packing emergency 'Go-Bags' and hoarding flashlights and iodine tablets. I long for a country house of our own. Not at the beach, in danger of hurricanes. Not near a nuclear plant that can be blown away by terrorists. Somewhere safe, solitary, in the country, where we can escape when the next disaster strikes. And there will be a 'next disaster'. The day after 9/11/01, in the afternoon, when the wind changed to a northerly direction and our apartment smelled like it was on fire, I grabbed the laundry I had been doing out of the dryer and we put the kids in the car, complete with the bag of laundry, and took off for my the-best friend's house on Long Island. We stayed for 4 days in her little attic guest bedroom, while she bitched and complained that we were watching the news and upsetting her children with the flashbacks of the images that I had just witnessed in real life. When I would go the stairs to use the bathroom, I would catch her on the phone, bitching to her husband who was stuck in Chicago, about her houseguests and the inconvenience.Two adults, two girls, a newborn baby, another dog. In her space. We took off and went to Chuckie Cheeses to give Emma a break from us, and take the girls' mind off things. That's when I got a phone call from a co-worker at United Airlines. A classmate from training. I heard the details. I cried. There was no getting away from it. There still isn't. This is the City that killed my friend, and also my dog from post 9/11 cancer, and I fear, will kill my husband, children, and me as well. posted by N. Batchelor at 8:38 AM 5 comments Thursday, September 21, 2006 So I worked for a season, or the last part of the season at The Montauk Yacht Club. There was an 'old' (probably the age I am now), divorced, rich Jewish guy with two kids who stayed there often and was a show off and wanted to get in my pants. I was 17, about to turn 18. I had befriended the exchange-student help, who mostly worked in the kitchen and who were from England. Had fallen in love with one. So I planned that when the season ended, a month after I turned 18, that I would take the money I had earned and saved up and would take myself for my first trip abroad. I guess I told Old rich guy of my plans. Old rich guy told me there was a Dutch guy who worked for him who had a friend named Ingeborg who lived in London. I guess the Dutch guy and Ingeborg were old childhood friends. He got Ingeborg's London phone number out of the Dutch guy and presented it to me like he knew Ingeborg. I knew he didn't really. So, I got to London, and called Ingeborg. I had my reservations. I had plans: to visit my British boyfriend and meet his family. To visit other people in England that I had met in various ways. I called, and Ingeborg took me for High Tea at Harrod's and we had scones and clotted cream and jam. I traveled around Britain and returned to The States a month later. I don't remember why or when I returned to England, but it didnt take me long to go back. I guess I had stayed in touch with Ingeborg, and what was planned as another vacation to England turned into me wanting to stay. And so I told Ingeborg of my desires and she said "Fine. Go get a job and you can live with me." and so I did. I was young, I was illegal. And Ingeborg said do it and I did it. and it changed my life. posted by N. Batchelor at 11:01 PM 0 comments Well, I've done it. I ordered a used copy of "Portraits 9/11/01" and gone all the way through "T", and, as I had originally suspected, I knew no one...no one else. I was prepared this time. Like when you are prepared for a kick in the stomach. Finding out about Ingeborg was like a hard kick from out of the blue. A few of the flight attendants looked familliar, but could it be that I have looked at their pictures for so long, I now believe I had flown with them at one time prior to September 11th? I was only based in Newark for a very little while before I went out on maternity leave. But their faces look so familliar... Ingeborg. More than a familliar face. (It's so hard to write this blog without crying, which is why I have often thought of so many things to post, but avoid it.) Anyway, Ingeborg was more than just a familliar face. When you can still hear someone's voice in your head twenty years later; remember the way their funny accent sounded (it dawned on me last week that although we lived in London, Ingeborg never really had a British accent when she spoke English. Not to me, anyway. It sounded more American. Must have been the Dutch accent, though she didn't have too much of that, either.) I remember how Ingeborg would sort of smirk when I would say something...something stupid. I was young. No doubt I said alot of stupid things (I still do). She would half smile and half smirk. I remember we both smoked, but I was the addicted one. No doubt Ingeborg quit at some point, long before 9/11/01. She wouldn't have continued. I remember her naked, but not in any lesbian sort of way. The way one woman would look at another to see if the other woman's body was better. I had bigger boobs...Ingeborg had much better skin, hair color, and style. It dawned on me that if you have seen someone naked, chances are you knew them pretty well. I always imagined Ingeborg would be another Queen Noor. She liked Arabic guys, and there was one from college that she had an on again off again thing with for a long time. Ingeborg was not the type to cry on my shoulder about a guy...not MY shoulder, anyway. He didn't treat her very well, and at one point, in all my American naivete, I made a comment about Arabs not being well known for treating woman well. Ingeborg chided me that I was an ignorant American. Ironic, huh? I could have seen Ingeborg as a Marie Chantel Miller type. Ingeborg was Jet Set in that she travelled extensively, had the breeding, education, manners, but she wasn't a trust fund kid, or maybe she was and just never let me know it. She worked hard, made her own money. I've wondered lately where she spent her summers. I doub it was anyplace as phoney as The Hamptons, though I have no doubt she'd been as a guest of some posh people she probably knew. I'm surprised she never got married, though sort of not surprised. I cannot imagine her compromising with (or asking permission of) a husband on what she wanted to do, where she wanted to go, who she wanted to be friends with. She was too free. She did what she liked. She went where she liked. She had alot of friends from everywhere. Another irony in this story is that when I moved out and across the hall, or Ingeborg perhaps told me in her direct, matter of fact Ducth fashion that it was time for me to get my own place, I don't remember (perhaps I went back to The States for the summer). In any case, Ingeborg went to Hawaii, and I lived in a smaller bedsit across the hall from our old flat. A British journalist moved in, and we became friendly, in a platonic sort of way. He was about to go to Afghanistan, and he invited me to go along as his assistant. I had never heard of the place, or what was going on there at the time, in the early 80's. I thought about it and thought about it and asked lots of questions. Cutting my blond hair off, dying it black, and dressing like a boy. The idea of having to travel, possibly by foot over the mountains of Pakistan into Afghanistan didn't bother me. The possibility of getting raped if it was discovered that I was female bothered me, and fearless me (NOT!). I chickened out. I regretted that decision for a very long time. I thought I should have been braver and had the adventure. Ingeborg had recently traveled on vacation to Sri Lanka (no doubt to visit more friends), which I had also never heard of at the time...what was wrong with me? And so, with 9/11/01, and Arabic guys, and Afghanistan, and Osama Bin Laden fighting The Soviets in Afghanistan at that time, and The U.S. backing him and training his kind and supplying them. And Ingeborg and I going through the day The IRA bombed Harrods together. The whole thing has come full circle in a strange way. I still can't believe she's gone. I think of all the things I had no idea about until Ingeborg. Hummus and Tamarasalata, dry shampoo, scones and jam and clotted cream, Harrods, Danish butter, dual citizenship, how to buy GOOD fake jewelry (or that there was such a thing), Harvey Nichols, Sun-in...I could go on and on. And like The Twin Towers. She was just here, in New York City. I didn't miss her until I knew she was gone. posted by N. Batchelor at 9:47 PM 0 comments Wednesday, September 20, 2006 EDIE BRICKELL Circle Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends and we notice you don't come around Me, I think it all depends on you touching ground with us. But, I quit. I give up. Nothing's good enough for anybody else it seems. And I quit. I give up. Nothing's good enough for anybody else it seems. And being alone is the best way to be. When I'm by myself it's the best way to be. When I'm all alone it's the best way to be. When I'm by myself nobody else can say goodbye. Everything is temporary anyway. When the streets are wet -- the color slip into the sky. But I don't know why that means you and I are - that means you and.... I quit -- I give up. Nothin's good enough for anybody else it seems. But I quit. I give up. Nothing's good enough for anybody else it seems. And being alone is the best way to be. When I'm by myself it's the best way to be. When I'm all alone it's the best way to be. When I'm by myself nobody else can say... Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends and we notice you don't come around. posted by N. Batchelor at 1:39 PM 0 comments Wednesday, September 13, 2006 Two days ago was 9/11/06. I vowed to avoid it all...all the drama, and not get caught up in it. I was going to stay at the beach, and keep the kids out of school, but in the end knew myself too well. The kids were better off in school in case I became emotional. Okay. Truth be told, I did have the reading of the names on my TV, "NBC Channel 4" from the morning on, but I kept it on 'mute', only occassionlly glancing at the names and photos on the screen when they had them. But I told my husband Patrick that I felt okay this September 11th. I wasn't going to allow it to get to me. I wasn't going to be the drama queen my mother is. I thought of my day. I would go to Trader Joe's. That place made me happy. It was the new gourmet market not far from Union Square and I had only had a chance to go once before, as we were at the beach all summer. The kids were in school. I had 'Me Time'!!! The buzzer rang. "UPS". It was a large box marked "Do not open 'till October 7th" written on it. My birthday. It was obvious to me it was from my aunt in Nalples, Florida. I called my aut and she said "Your an adult, you can open it now if you want to." and so not really being an adult, or not being adult-acting, I opened it and found a set of glasses and a pitcher for serving margaritas and another box inside with mixers for different flavors and different salts. She knew me too well. I had brought several small bottles of Tequila to Naples when I went down to my aun't husband's funeral in March, and my cousin and I used it to dull the pain of it all. Did I expect such a searing pain to come flooding back again that day? It was an unusually chilly day in New York City. My father called, The usual chit-chat. Small talk. He's proud of me now, for things like staying married for 16 years and owning a co-op. Although he more or less abandoned me as a child and has never supported me (but that's a tale for another day.) Then I got off the phone and turned up the volume on the silent TV. "Ingeborg Lariby". The sound of the name went through me like a bullet. I sat there, rewinding the TIVO, listening over and over to the name. 'NO FUCKING WAY!!!" I shouted at the TV. "NO FUCKING WAY!!!" It was impossible. Ingeborg was alive in my heart, and always had been...she couldn't... posted by N. Batchelor at 9:00 PM 0 comments My friend Ingeborg. The story of a girl who wasn't afraid of anything, and the journey of a girl who became afraid of everything. posted by N. Batchelor at 8:59 PM 0 comments About Me Name: N. Batchelor View my complete profile Links Google News Edit-Me Edit-Me Previous Posts I have to clarify. The photo on the right is not m... (Please forgive the terrible translation from Dutc... So I worked for a season, or the last part of the ... Well, I've done it. I ordered a used copy of "Port... EDIE BRICKELL Circle Me, I'm a part of your circl... Two days ago was 9/11/06. I vowed to avoid it all.... My friend Ingeborg. The story of a girl who wasn't... Archives September 2006  

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Sign In   Sign In Remember me Not recommended on shared computers Sign in anonymously Sign In Forgot your password? Sign Up Existing user? Sign In Sign In Remember me Not recommended on shared computers Sign in anonymously Sign In Forgot your password? Sign Up Home Familie, samliv og seksualitet Samliv og kjærlighetsrelasjoner Fuckfriend » Familie, samliv og seksualitet » Samliv og kjærlighetsrelasjoner Sign in to follow this   Followers 3 Fuckfriend By AnonymBruker, August 11, 2019 in Samliv og kjærlighetsrelasjoner Prev 1 2 Next Page 1 of 2   Recommended Posts AnonymBruker   7128211 13537561 AnonymBruker . Anonym 7128211 13537561 Kjønn: Ikke viktig  · #1 Posted August 11, 2019 Jeg har begynt og ligge med en og føler ikke noe spesielt. Likevel føler jeg de gangene han er her at jeg blir «brukt» selv og jeg bruker han like mye selv. Han kommer hit, vi har sex og han drar igjen. Det er veldig rart for meg i og med at før har jeg også hatt kos, latter og vennskap med mine ff. Er dette normalt? Klarer ikke bli trygg på han seksuelt når jeg ikke kjenner han og føler han bare vil fortest mulig dra  Anonymkode: 12d43...b3f 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Fortsetter under... AnonymBruker   7128211 13537561 AnonymBruker . Anonym 7128211 13537561 Kjønn: Ikke viktig  · #2 Posted August 11, 2019 Hadde ikke vært komfortabel med det selv.  Jeg har ingen følelser for min fuckfriend, men vi kan være sammen i flere dager, drar på kino, drar ut å drikker, spiser ute sammen, har netflix and chill hjemme osv. Vi er gode venner som også knuller imellom slaga. Men nå er jeg ganske sikker på at han er forelsket i meg da. Jeg er ikke det i han, men liker å være i hans selvskap og syntes han er pen å se på, men kommer ikke til å få følsøser. Er veldig rart egentlig, men...  Det kan jo hende deg er sånn imellom dere siden ingen av dere har følelser.  Anonymkode: 753e8...3e3 3 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites AnonymBruker   7128211 13537561 AnonymBruker . Anonym 7128211 13537561 Kjønn: Ikke viktig  · #3 Posted August 11, 2019 Altså det der hadde jeg ikke orka. FF er greit det, har det selv, men å bare komme sprute og reise uten noe kos, prat eller noe. Uaktuelt.  Anonymkode: e09e1...105 6 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites AnonymBruker   7128211 13537561 AnonymBruker . Anonym 7128211 13537561 Kjønn: Ikke viktig  · #4 Posted August 11, 2019 Akkurat nå, AnonymBruker skrev: Hadde ikke vært komfortabel med det selv.  Jeg har ingen følelser for min fuckfriend, men vi kan være sammen i flere dager, drar på kino, drar ut å drikker, spiser ute sammen, har netflix and chill hjemme osv. Vi er gode venner som også knuller imellom slaga. Men nå er jeg ganske sikker på at han er forelsket i meg da. Jeg er ikke det i han, men liker å være i hans selvskap og syntes han er pen å se på, men kommer ikke til å få følsøser. Er veldig rart egentlig, men...  Det kan jo hende deg er sånn imellom dere siden ingen av dere har følelser.  Anonymkode: 753e8...3e3 Ja er slik det har vært mellom tidligere fuckfriends med meg også så syns dette er meget spesielt. Altså vi kjenner ikke hverandre engang, han vet ingenting om meg og når han kommer hit bare knuller vi så stikker han.  Anonymkode: 12d43...b3f 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites AnonymBruker   7128211 13537561 AnonymBruker . Anonym 7128211 13537561 Kjønn: Ikke viktig  · #5 Posted August 11, 2019 2 minutter siden, AnonymBruker skrev: Ja er slik det har vært mellom tidligere fuckfriends med meg også så syns dette er meget spesielt. Altså vi kjenner ikke hverandre engang, han vet ingenting om meg og når han kommer hit bare knuller vi så stikker han.  Anonymkode: 12d43...b3f Hadde blitt alt for rart for meg. Da er dere jo ikke fuck FRIENDS. Dere der fuck fuck, eller noe 😅 hadde følt meg som en hore... nei, bare dropp han. Merkelig opplegg. Eller prøv å snakk med han om det.  Anonymkode: 753e8...3e3 7 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites AnonymBruker   7128211 13537561 AnonymBruker . Anonym 7128211 13537561 Kjønn: Ikke viktig  · #6 Posted August 11, 2019 Jeg har hatt fuckfriend og følte det som deg. Vi var enige om at det kun var sex, og det var ingen følelser fra min side. Men jeg følte meg brukt og ekkel, selvom jeg brukte jo han like mye som han brukte meg.  Jeg behøvde mer nærhet, mer oppmerksomhet, mer kontakt utenom møtene. Og det strider jo litt i mot fuckfriendprinsippet.. Jeg klarte det ikke rett og slett, og avsluttet det.  Anonymkode: a6626...482 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Annonse AnonymBruker   7128211 13537561 AnonymBruker . Anonym 7128211 13537561 Kjønn: Ikke viktig  · #7 Posted August 12, 2019 Virker som han kan ha en kjæreste fordi han må forsvinne. Oppsøk det Anonymkode: f1e37...fc6 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites AnonymBruker   7128211 13537561 AnonymBruker . Anonym 7128211 13537561 Kjønn: Ikke viktig  · #8 Posted August 12, 2019 Har hatt det på samme måte, ikke like ekstremt, men det var en gang han regelrett kasta meg ut akkurat når vi var ferdig fordi han skulle på trening. Har aldri følt mej så brukt og horete som da, så jeg avsluttet det. Vil ikke føle meg sånn noen gang igjen, så venter med sex til jeg finner en som er seriøs.. du burde også gjøre det, for det er ødeleggende for selvbildet. Anonymkode: 806ea...d0b 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites AnonymBruker   7128211 13537561 AnonymBruker . Anonym 7128211 13537561 Kjønn: Ikke viktig  · #9 Posted August 12, 2019 En sånn en hadde jeg også. Det takler ikke selvbilde mitt, så jeg avsluttet det. Tøm og røm er virkelig ikke min greie. Nå har jeg en friend with benefits, hvor vi finner på ting, snakker sammen, sover inntil hverandre, kysser og koser masse.  Anonymkode: c4bd5...aa4 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites AnonymBruker   7128211 13537561 AnonymBruker . Anonym 7128211 13537561 Kjønn: Ikke viktig  · #10 Posted August 12, 2019 Vi snakker daglig på messenger å møtes ofte men da kun for sex. Har overnattet hos han men tok taxi tidlig hjemneste dag. Lenge hadde vi det veldig fint sånn som dette,han sa at han går på jobben med ett stort smil om munnen pga jevnlig sex med meg. Jeg har det litt på samme måte å følte at livet var mye bedre etter vi begynte å ha sex,selv om jeg kun liker han som en knullevenn. Møter jeg tilfeldig på byn når jeg sitter å snakker med en annen mann,så holder han på å fly i taket av sjalusi selv om det er han jeg går hjem med. I helgen får jeg høre av en felles venn at knullevennen min gikk hjem med en annen dame å når jeg tar det opp med han så innrømmer han at han hadde sex med henne. Samme dag som han hadde sex med meg faktisk! Føler meg ikke mye verdt da selv om han selvsagt kan gjøre som han vil siden vi ikke er sammen. Men ville han ha sex med flere så burde han ha vært ærlig på at det ønsket han;da hadde jeg aldri rørt han! Nå er hvertfall slettet som venn på facebook å jeg har sendt min siste melding til han. Synd det skulle ende sånn,men er ikke intressert i rester fra hans siste knull! Anonymkode: ac13a...42d 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites AnonymBruker   7128211 13537561 AnonymBruker . Anonym 7128211 13537561 Kjønn: Ikke viktig  · #11 Posted August 12, 2019 1 minutt siden, AnonymBruker skrev: Vi snakker daglig på messenger å møtes ofte men da kun for sex. Har overnattet hos han men tok taxi tidlig hjemneste dag. Lenge hadde vi det veldig fint sånn som dette,han sa at han går på jobben med ett stort smil om munnen pga jevnlig sex med meg. Jeg har det litt på samme måte å følte at livet var mye bedre etter vi begynte å ha sex,selv om jeg kun liker han som en knullevenn. Møter jeg tilfeldig på byn når jeg sitter å snakker med en annen mann,så holder han på å fly i taket av sjalusi selv om det er han jeg går hjem med. I helgen får jeg høre av en felles venn at knullevennen min gikk hjem med en annen dame å når jeg tar det opp med han så innrømmer han at han hadde sex med henne. Samme dag som han hadde sex med meg faktisk! Føler meg ikke mye verdt da selv om han selvsagt kan gjøre som han vil siden vi ikke er sammen. Men ville han ha sex med flere så burde han ha vært ærlig på at det ønsket han;da hadde jeg aldri rørt han! Nå er hvertfall slettet som venn på facebook å jeg har sendt min siste melding til han. Synd det skulle ende sånn,men er ikke intressert i rester fra hans siste knull! Anonymkode: ac13a...42d Synd at det skulle ende sånn ja! Jeg tenker at dette er noe man må snakke om på forhånd sammen med andre «regler». Og at man i så fall bruker kondom med andre er en selvfølge. Har han prøvd å ta kontakt med deg?  Anonymkode: a6626...482 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites AnonymBruker   7128211 13537561 AnonymBruker . Anonym 7128211 13537561 Kjønn: Ikke viktig  · #12 Posted August 12, 2019 5 minutter siden, AnonymBruker skrev: Synd at det skulle ende sånn ja! Jeg tenker at dette er noe man må snakke om på forhånd sammen med andre «regler». Og at man i så fall bruker kondom med andre er en selvfølge. Har han prøvd å ta kontakt med deg?  Anonymkode: a6626...482 Han spurte hva jeg tenker om det ham hadde fortalt om at han hadde hatt sex med en annen. Jeg svarte han:  "Damer er ikke intressert i rester av ditt forrige knull. Kos deg med henne! " Enda ikke fått svar men han er på jobb nå. Tviler vel kanskje litt på at han gidder å svare på akkurat denne meldingen fra meg Anonymkode: ac13a...42d 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites AnonymBruker   7128211 13537561 AnonymBruker . Anonym 7128211 13537561 Kjønn: Ikke viktig  · #13 Posted August 12, 2019 Han svarer foresten alltid på meldinger selv om han er på jobb til vanlig,så han svarer nok ikke fordi han ikke fikk svaret han ønsket seg.  Anonymkode: ac13a...42d 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Annonse AnonymBruker   7128211 13537561 AnonymBruker . Anonym 7128211 13537561 Kjønn: Ikke viktig  · #14 Posted August 12, 2019 1 time siden, AnonymBruker skrev: Han spurte hva jeg tenker om det ham hadde fortalt om at han hadde hatt sex med en annen. Jeg svarte han:  "Damer er ikke intressert i rester av ditt forrige knull. Kos deg med henne! " Enda ikke fått svar men han er på jobb nå. Tviler vel kanskje litt på at han gidder å svare på akkurat denne meldingen fra meg Anonymkode: ac13a...42d Han tror kanskje at du er sjalu. Det trodde min. Men det er jo ikke det det går på. Synes det er ekkelt. I det ene tilfelle hadde han hatt sex med en annen rett før meg   Samt at jeg følte jeg ble sammenlignet med de andre (selvom dette var nok bare i mitt hode).  Anonymkode: a6626...482 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites AnonymBruker   7128211 13537561 AnonymBruker . Anonym 7128211 13537561 Kjønn: Ikke viktig  · #15 Posted August 12, 2019 1 minutt siden, AnonymBruker skrev: Han tror kanskje at du er sjalu. Det trodde min. Men det er jo ikke det det går på. Synes det er ekkelt. I det ene tilfelle hadde han hatt sex med en annen rett før meg   Samt at jeg følte jeg ble sammenlignet med de andre (selvom dette var nok bare i mitt hode).  Anonymkode: a6626...482 Den samtalen hadde vi senest på fredag riktig nok når begge hadde drukket da. Han innrømmet at han var sjalu når jeg snakket med en mann å spurte om jeg var sjalu av meg. Jeg sa at jeg hadde blitt sjalu hvis jeg så at han flørtet med en annen dame. Usikker på hvor mye han husker av samtalen ettersom begge hadde drukket da. Jeg er sjalu men liker han ikke mer enn som en knullevenn. Men ja tanken på at han kanskje har knullet en annen dame bare noen timer før meg er ekkel ja :S  Jeg begynner også å sammenligne med med hun andre å tenker at hun sikkert er penere og bedre i sengen enn meg Nei må bare avslutte dette med en gang for når det er sånn som dette så ødelegger det selvtilliten min. Anonymkode: ac13a...42d 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Klopp   130 478 Klopp Husvarm Medlem 130 478 Kjønn: Mann  · #16 Posted August 12, 2019 Men dere som driver med disse FF greiene, er ikke hele essensen i at det ikke skal være noen følelser involvert? Om dere blir sjalu har jo dere følelser likevel da, vel? (jeg spør fordi jeg vet svært lite om konseptet) 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites AnonymBruker   7128211 13537561 AnonymBruker . Anonym 7128211 13537561 Kjønn: Ikke viktig  · #17 Posted August 12, 2019 1 minutt siden, Klopp skrev: Men dere som driver med disse FF greiene, er ikke hele essensen i at det ikke skal være noen følelser involvert? Om dere blir sjalu har jo dere følelser likevel da, vel? (jeg spør fordi jeg vet svært lite om konseptet) Nei verken jeg eller han har føleser for hverandre;men begge er likevel sjalu om den andre flørter med noen. Anonymkode: ac13a...42d 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Klopp   130 478 Klopp Husvarm Medlem 130 478 Kjønn: Mann  · #18 Posted August 12, 2019 Akkurat nå, AnonymBruker skrev: Nei verken jeg eller han har føleser for hverandre;men begge er likevel sjalu om den andre flørter med noen. Anonymkode: ac13a...42d Det å være sjalu er jo en følelse det også mener jeg   4 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites AnonymBruker   7128211 13537561 AnonymBruker . Anonym 7128211 13537561 Kjønn: Ikke viktig  · #19 Posted August 12, 2019 2 minutter siden, Klopp skrev: Det å være sjalu er jo en følelse det også mener jeg   Fredagen var han sjalu fordi jeg snakket med en annen mann,ble med han hjem og overnattet. Lørdag knuller han en annen dame. Så er tydlig at han ikke bryr seg om meg selv om han kan være sjalu. Anonymkode: ac13a...42d 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites AnonymBruker   7128211 13537561 AnonymBruker . Anonym 7128211 13537561 Kjønn: Ikke viktig  · #20 Posted August 12, 2019 Altså ble med knullevennen hjem på fredag og overnattet. 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