My [M] Favourite Redditor [F]

I owe a Part 2 to the last post but had this one drafted. Apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors, the bulk was written on my phone.

I realize that the majority – if not all of these stories – involve in-person meetings but the woman who taught me the most about sex was from Reddit and we never met in real life. Truthfully, it was my fault and I believe she left Reddit a year ago but on the odd chance she has not, I owe her a sincere apology. I didn’t know how to treat an online relationship and did not give her the respect and kindness she deserved. Now on to the fun…

I’ve been a part of the platform on and off for 3-4 years. If I think it has overtaken my life in a negative way I clean house and delete my profile but always end up back online. It was after one of these cleanings that I met her. She was from the most Eastern part of Canada, the maritimes, and I stumbled across her in a ScrubsGonewild post. I browsed through her account and saw she had posted to a few other accounts looking for a partner to play with. On a whim I sent a message. Sarah – I’d later learn her name – responded and we transitioned off Reddit.

My interviewer [F] was the best part of my [M] job

I had a previous account with a few stories that I deleted so I thought I would rewrite a few. I promise to tell the truth as well as I remember it. A bit long but skip down to ——- if you don’t care for the lead up.

I grew up in a small-ish blue collar town, they type that you spend time drinking, fighting, and fucking. I did all three, in varying amounts throughout my childhood but couldn’t wait to move away. So, as a young man, I packed up and headed a full days drive away to the nearest true city. It felt like the quintessential coming of age story. Boy grows up, moves away, rents rundown apartment with roommates, eats street food and drinks cheap beer while fumbling through the world.

Fortunately, I had managed to set up a couple job interviews. So, Monday morning I pulled on a suit, and headed off to the first meeting. The gentleman I was supposed to be meeting with was occupied and said his colleague would conduct the interview. I was annoyed that he hadn’t taken the time but sat dutifully waiting for my interviewer to arrive, and she did.