So I had an injury during sex months ago which doctors didn't take seriously. I take 5 mg cialis daily which make my flaccid penis fatter. However in that state if I press on it with my finger or bend it slightly it hurts. I'm not sure if I should blame the injury or the cialis. If I don't take cialis, then my flaccid penis is much smaller and does not hurt at all if squeezed or bent
I met this girl who is a temporary worker here and will leave next week. She told me she gets overstimulated by people and needs alone time. We discussed going to various places before she leaves. But later she texted me she will be busy all week and can only see me at the end of the week before she leaves forever. I know she's not that busy and I doubt she has other dates lined up. How should I approach this to avoid spending too much mental energy? I'm thinking of cancelling the dinner date.
I was on a camping holiday. Next to me two girls freshly arrived. They were smiling at me. I took the courage and talked to one of them. She was staring deep into my eyes and was enthusiastic. Then her friend came over. I gave them some info about the place. I told them I wanted to sleep because I was tired. They told me we would talk tomorrow. I felt an urge to ask for their instagram/phone, but I stopped myself. I thought I would be overstepping a boundary. In fact I felt a little guilty for talking to them. I looked around nervously. A woman had her back turned to us and held a dissapproving face.
The next morning I saw what looked like men's footwear near her tent. I started making catastrophic scenarios. He friend woke up first. I said good morning. She seemed a little grumpy, but later she smiled at me. I thought of approaching her to start a convo but I didn't want to be bothersome.
I left but I saw the girls again at the beach. They were talking to people and I felt like I had missed my chance forever. I felt so bad, I almost cried. I isolated myself.
At night I wanted to take a shower and go to the bars. I took a shower and fell face down on my mattress. I heard the girls talking outside my tent. They walked over to the entrance, probably thought I was sleeping, and they left.
I could have talked to them. I could have gotten up and got dressed. But I chose to hide. Like a little kid that hides under the bed until his parents say they're sorry. Somehow I felt they had hurt me.
The next morning I packed my things and left. I felt bitter.
To my surprrise the girl was waiting for me in the middle of the street. She stopped me and asked me if I had fun. I said I had some fun and I'll have more in the future.
My opportunity for fun and love was right there. Why did I leave? Why was I so scared to become happy? I believe all the catastrophising and the easy dissappointment were the product of anxiety. Anxiety about the whole process of romance. Maybe an ingrained fear I will disappoint sexually and be rejected/abandoned.
There was no more fun in my future. Only pain.
Male, 45.
It appeared 5 days ago. First two pictures are from then. Third picture is from today. I think it is a bit less swollen now. It doesn't feel hard but it is very tender to the touch.
The goal is to relax the anus
I need something that will reliably reduce inner sphincter resting tone to allow blood to perfuse the area.
And what is stalking anyway?
A couple of years ago I was summer camping. There I met the most beautiful woman in my life. Blonde, thin, with captivating blue eyes. She was there with a friend that looked a lot like her.
I summoned up the courage and talked to her. She was very enthusiastic and stared into my eyes smiling. It seemed she might have liked me. I gave her and her friend some tips about the place and the nightlife and went to sleep because I was tired that night. She told me we'd talk tomorrow.
I heard them returning late. Next morning I saw her friend and said good morning. She seemed a little grumpy. She sat at her table alone. I guess her friend was still asleep inside the tent.
I did not want to bother her so I went to sit alone in my tent and wait for the other girl to wake up. I think a full hour passed and I was still waiting for her. I was planning to talk to her, and who knows, if there was a vibe, we might have even gone out together.
It is then when I thought to myself, what am I doing? This is the definition of stalking. I am sitting here, not because I want to, but because I'm waiting for a girl. I felt guilt and shame and immediately left. I went to sit at a common area near by.
About an hour later I saw her and her friend leave for the beach. We never managed to talk, not until I packed up and left the camp, and to my surprise, I found her waiting for me outside to say goodbye.
So was I stalking her when I was waiting for her to wake up? What counts as stalking and what doesn't?
These days we get so many messages from social media about men being inappropriate, that it is impossible to know right from wrong.