New system could destroy smaller publishers if implemented, after journalists report drop in organic reach but users will still see their friends posts
Facebook is testing a major change that would shift non-promoted posts out of its news feed, a move that could be catastrophic for publishers relying on the social network for their audience.
A new system being trialled in six countries including Slovakia, Serbia and Sri Lanka sees almost all non-promoted posts shifted over to a secondary feed, leaving the main feed focused entirely on original content from friends, and adverts.
The change has seen users engagement with Facebook pages drop precipitously, with publications reporting a 60% to 80% fall. If replicated more broadly, such a change would destroy many smaller publishers, as well as larger ones with an outsized reliance on social media referrals for visitors.
According to Filip Struhrik, a journalist at Slovakian newspaper Dennik N, the change resulted in a drop in interactions across the countrys media landscape. Pages are seeing dramatic drops in organic reach, Struhrik said. The reach of several Facebook pages fell on Thursday and Friday by two-thirds compared to previous days.
Overnight, from Wednesday to Thursday, a broad cross-section of the 60 largest Facebook pages in Slovakia saw two-thirds to three-quarters of their Facebook reach disappear, according to stats from Facebook-owned analytics service CrowdTangle. For larger sites, with a number of different ways to communicate with their readers, that hasnt had a huge effect on their bottom line, but its a different story for those with a reliance on social media.
Exclusive: Billionaire media mogul says it is hard to understand why a country doing so well wanted to ruin it
Michael Bloomberg, the billionaire media mogul and former mayor of New York, has said Brexit is the single stupidest thing any country has ever done apart from the election of Donald Trump as US president.
At that event, Bloomberg, 75, also warned that some workers at the financial media company that bears his name were asking to leave the UK and US because they think the two countries no longer like immigrants and are no longer welcoming.
The CEO was in London on Tuesday to open a new European headquarters for Bloomberg in the City, covering 1.3 hectares (3.2 acres). But his earlier remarks, unearthed the same day, suggested he had regrets about making the investment decision because of the Brexit vote.
We are opening a brand new European headquarters in London two big, expensive buildings. Would I have done it if I knew they were going to drop out? Ive had some thoughts that maybe I wouldnt have, but we are there, we are going to be very happy.
My former wife was a Brit, my daughters have British passports, so we love England its the father of our country, I suppose. But what they are doing is not good and there is no easy way to get out of it because if they dont pay a penalty, everyone else would drop out. So they cant get as good of a deal as they had before.
He added: I did say that I thought it was the single stupidest thing any country has ever done but then we Trumped it.
Bloomberg employs 4,000 staff in the UK and 20,000 worldwide, and the New York-based firm has long made the country its headquarters in Europe. But he said some staff were becoming unhappy about London as a key location.
One of the things that is hurting us both in the United States and in the UK is that we have employees, not a lot but some, who are starting to say: I dont want to work here can we transfer to some place else? This country doesnt like immigrants, Bloomberg said.
All this talk in Washington words have consequences. Whether we change the immigration laws or not, there is general feeling around the world that America is no longer an open, welcoming place and a lot of people dont want to go there, and the same thing is happening in the UK because of Brexit.
Bloomberg first made the comments about Brexit at the little-reported HUBweek conference in Boston less than two weeks ago and then repeated his quip about Brexit and Trump at an event in France on Monday.
It is really hard to understand why a country that was doing so well wanted to ruin it, Bloomberg said of Brexit. It was not a smart thing to do and getting out of it is going to be very difficult and is going to be very painful. It will hurt industries. People are already taking space in other cities over there [Europe], us included.
On his visit to London, Bloomberg was more circumspect. Giving a speech next to Sadiq Khan, the mayor of London, Bloomberg insisted his company was strongly committed to London.
He added: Whatever London and the UKs relationship to the EU proves to be, Londons language, timezone, talent, infrastructure and culture all position it to grow as a global capital for years to come. We are very optimistic about Londons future and we are really excited to be a part of it.
Bloomberg is worth an estimated $47.5bn (36.2bn) according to Forbes and was given an honorary knighthood in 2015. He was a Republican mayor of New York between 2002 and 2013 before he reassumed his position as chief executive of Bloomberg.
His criticism of Brexit included hitting out at the leave campaign and its claims that Britain had problems with immigration and too much EU regulation. Bloomberg described comments from Boris Johnson that the EU rules meant there had to be at least four bananas in a bunch as fictitious and said on immigration that Britain didnt take anyone from northern Africa or the Middle East.
He added: They didnt have an immigration problem and they didnt need control of their borders. They have the English Channel that gave them control of their borders.
Bloomberg said London was the centre of Europe but warned that was not going to be as true any more due to Brexit.
Saudi King Salman bin Abdulaziz brought 1,500 people, a golden escalator and his own carpets on his historic, four-day state visit to Russia, a person familiar with the matter said.
The 81-year-old leader of the Gulf kingdom exited his plane late Wednesday and stepped out onto the special escalator he travels with. But something went wrong: It malfunctioned halfway down, and he had to walk the rest of the way. A cavalcade of cars sped the monarch to the center of the city, flanked by Russian police escorts.
During the first visit to Russia by a Saudi monarch, the two countries have already struck a deal on weapons sales and discussed ways to continue to cooperate on stabilizing the oil market. And as they have done in other cities, the Saudis made themselves at home in Moscow.
A Saudi plane is traveling daily between Riyadh and Moscow to transport supplies, said the person, who said that 800 kilograms (1,764 pounds) of food has been brought in. Members of the royal entourage also replaced some of the hotel staff with their own personnel, who know exactly how they like their coffee made, the person said. King Salman, who’s staying at the Four Seasons, also came with his own furniture.
The Saudi government booked two entire luxury hotels for the visit: the Ritz Carlton and the Four Seasons. The latter had to ask some guests to cancel their reservations to make room—and even moved out people who live in the hotel permanently, people familiar with the matter said.
A doorman dressed in red livery at the Four Seasons said the entire hotel was booked through Oct. 8 and wasn’t open to the public.
Representatives from the Ritz and Four Seasons declined to comment. The Royal Court in Riyadh didn’t respond to a request for comment on size of the delegation.
U.S. presidents also travel with large entourages, including a bullet-proof limousine and a Secret Service protection force, and sometimes also book entire hotels. Former U.S. President Barack Obama stayed at the Ritz in Moscow during a 2009 trip, and President Donald Trump also stayed there in 2013 for the Miss Universe contest that he owned.
The bill for fully booking the two hotels during the visit may run about $3 million, not including what the delegation will spend on services, restaurant meals and spa treatments, said Vadim Prasov, vice president of the Federation of Restaurateurs and Hoteliers of Russia.
Singapore, among the world’s most expensive places to own a vehicle, will stop increasing the total number of cars on its roads next year.
The government will cut the annual growth rate for cars and motorcycles to zero from 0.25 percent starting in February, the transport regulator said on Monday.
“In view of land constraints and competing needs, there is limited scope for further expansion of the road network," the Land Transport Authority said in a statement on its website. Roads already account for 12 percent of the city-state’s total land area, it said.
Smaller than New York City, land in Singapore is a precious commodity and officials want to ensure the most productive use of the remaining space. Its infrastructure is among the world’s most efficient and the government is investing S$28 billion ($21 billion) more on rail and bus transportation over the next five years, the regulator said.
Singapore requires car owners to buy permits — called Certificates of Entitlement — that allow holders to own their vehicles for 10 years. These permits are limited in supply and auctioned monthly by the government. At the most recent offering last week, the permit cost S$41,617 for the smallest vehicles.
The LTA said the zero-growth target will affect vehicles in Categories A, B and D under its permit system — these include cars and motorcycles. The existing vehicle growth rate of goods vehicles and buses will remain at 0.25 percent per annum until March 2021 to give businesses time to improve the efficiency of their operations and reduce the number of commercial vehicles they require, LTA said.
These changes are not expected to significantly affect the supply of permits since the quota is determined largely by the number of vehicle deregistrations, the regulator said. The limit on vehicle growth rate will be reviewed again in 2020.
Trying to survive on the streets is rough enough for stray or abandoned dogs, but just imagine doing so while not being able to see, hear, or move around with ease.
This is what one unfortunate pup had been dealing with for who knows how long when people found him on the side of a Florida road where he’d almost been hit. The poor thing’s fur was severely matted and he clearly needed help. They couldn’t keep him for the night, so they posted a photo of him on Facebook instead, pleading for anyone who could take care of the pup. That’s where Kari Falla came in and asked them to bring the dog to her business, BGEGrooming.
“I could tell he’d been that way for a few years from the pictures. You could tell it was extreme neglect,” Falla said. “I knew it was bad, but nothing prepared me for what I saw. It smelled like death and the dog could not walk. They had to carry it.”
Studies have consistently shown that turning liberals into conservatives (at least temporarily) is surprisingly easy. All you need to do is scare them.
For example, one group of experimenters asked students to think about their own death before taking tests designed to assess their political beliefs. Over several experiments, the researchers, from the University of Central Arkansas, found that when the participants had been asked to think about their own death they became more conservative, and had attitudes in line with their conservative classmates on issues from capital punishment and abortion, to rights for gay employees.
The theory goes that the liberal students became much more socially conservative than the control group (who thought about television) because thinking about their own death made them feel vulnerable.
“We believe that political conservatism has psychological properties that make it particularly appealing when vulnerability is dispositionally or situationally salient,” the researchers said, as reported by Research Digest.
“Moreover, defensive conservatism appears to be a general psychological response to vulnerability that is not necessarily strategically linked to the eliciting threats.”
Now researchers have discovered an easy way to do the reverse – turn conservatives into liberals. Psychologist John Bargh has written about experiments his team conducted in which he managed to turn conservatives liberal through another thought experiment.
It turns out the way to do this is to make them visualize themselves as Superman.
In John Bargh’s book Before You Know It: The Unconscious Reasons We Do What We Dohe writes that he and his team asked participants to picture themselves as Superman. They were asked to really picture what it would be like to be as invincible as Superman – Business Insider reports – where bullets, fire, and falling off a cliff wouldn’t hurt them. The control group was asked to picture themselves merely having the ability to fly.
The participants were then asked to rate statements to assess their political beliefs. This time the experimenters found that it was conservatives’ beliefs that shifted. They became – albeit briefly – more socially liberal than they were, whilst liberals’ attitudes remained unchanged by the thought experiment.
The authors say that this is the first time experimental evidence has shown that making people feel safe can make them feel more liberal.
It is not known whether playing reruns of Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman on election day could swing an election, or what effect replacing Fox and Friends with Superman 3 would have on the attempted repeals of Obamacare.
Late on Wednesday night, reported that founder Hugh Hefner died at the age of 91. Playboy Enterprises confirmed that the magazine mogul passed away of natural causes. Though many people will surely remember Hefner for and his notorious lifestyle, there’s actually more to him than the publication. In fact, Hugh Hefner had four kids and some of them stayed in the family business.
At the time of his death, Hefner had been married to Playmate and TV personality Crystal Harris for over four years. Prior to his relationship with Harris, Hefner had two other marriages, both of which resulted in children. It was actually one of Hefner’s sons, Cooper, who gave a statement, on behalf of Playboy Enterprises, confirming his father’s death. He stated,
My father lived an exceptional and impactful life as a media and cultural pioneer and a leading voice behind some of the most significant social and cultural movements of our time in advocating free speech, civil rights and sexual freedom. He defined a lifestyle and ethos that lie at the heart of the Playboy brand, one of the most recognizable and enduring in history. He will be greatly missed by many, including his wife Crystal, my sister Christie and my brothers David and Marston, and all of us at Playboy Enterprises.
Cooper (pictured with his fiancée below) is Hefner’s youngest child and the son of Hefner and his second wife, Kimberly Conrad. Currently, Cooper serves as the Chief Creative Officer of Playboy Enterprises. According to he is also engaged to someone who should seem familiar — Scarlett Byrne, the actress who played Pansy Parkinson in the movies.
Hefner and Conrad also had another son together, Marston. In 2012, Marston was in the news when he was arrested for allegedly assaulting his then-girlfriend, Playmate Claire Sinclair. E! News reported that Marston plead no contest to “corporal injury to a cohabitant or spouse” and as a result, was ordered to undergo a domestic violence program and stay away from Sinclair.
I was very fortunate because it was even harder for women to get ahead then and so, candidly, I capitalized on that and was able to attract incredibly talented women who felt they couldn’t go any further in the companies they were working for … When I left [in January 2009] over 40% of my executives were women.
Hefner and Williams also had a son, David, who seems to stay much more out of the spotlight than his siblings. In 2001, a profile of Hefner mentioned that David was “a computer programmer in Northern California,” and not much else is known about him.
So while most of us associate Hefner with silk robes, Playmates, and that iconic bunny, behind all of that, he was a father who will surely be missed by his four children.
I downloaded the app when I was pledging my fraternity. The brothers wanted us to just swipe right for every girl we saw and invite them to parties. Anyways, I saw this decent looking girl and just sent an extremely vulgar request for sex without really thinking about it. She surprisingly agreed and met me in my dorm the next day. She was much bigger than her pictures showed, but I just though “fuck it”. Worst. Decision. Of. My. life. She had the worst smelling vagina I’ve ever smelled. It literally made me gag. To make it worse she forced a 69 on me. I could barely breath in that smelly bastille. The smell was sour like old milk that was dropped in sweat. After fucking she asked me to eat her out, I tell her it’s not my thing and she calls me an asshole and leaves! I showered twice and couldn’t get the smell off me. I had to throw away my sheets and requested for a new bed from the dorm. Fuck Tinder pussy.
This happened a few months ago. I decided to give Tinder a shot since I haven’t had a girlfriend in quite some time. I hit it off with this one girl. She’s cute, a little nerdy, and brunette which is just my type. She invites me over to her apartment where we just talked for a while. After about 30 minutes or so we started making out. We were really getting into it and then she put her hand down my pants and started giving me a pretty uncomfortable hand job in jeans. She took them off eventually, gave me a sexy stare and then just went to town with her mouth. I’m pretty sexually inexperienced so this was a whole new world to me. I’m close to blowing my load and I tell her, but she just kept going. She swallowed and I had the best orgasam I’ve ever had. After that I decided I needed to return the favor. So I take her pants and panties off and go down on her for the first time. I had no idea what I was doing, but it seemed to be going great. She was moaning and squirming. I’m really enjoying it and then all of the sudden she squirts. I was a little freaked out at first since I didn’t know it was coming. She apologized, I said don’t worry about it and went back down and made her squirt again. After the second time, we just sort of cuddled and talked a little more. She started rubbing my dick for round two. I busted in her mouth again and this time she sat on my face and squirted after a few minutes. Unfortunately she said she wanted this to be a one time thing and wasn’t interested in a relationship at that point in her life. Pretty cool first sexual experience, but still bummed that it was a one time thing with her. I’m still using Tinder, but haven’t met up with anybody else on there.
TL;DR: – Met my soul mate through Tinder and it was completely unexpected.
My Tinder story starts on Thanksgiving 2013. I was living in Brooklyn at the time, but was in Massachusetts visiting family.
I was bored, newly single, and fairly buzzed from my departed grandfathers old scotch. I saw an adorable girl with a black lab and I swiped right.
She did as well, and we began messaging each other. It’s clear that she has an excellent dry + sarcastic sense of humor. We decide to meet north of Boston for a drink. I park and start walking towards the bar. I see her looking at me from her car – she gets out and shakes my hand. I’m delighted by how cute she is in person. Those big, beautiful eyes.
As soon as we walk in, a very drunk middle aged woman tells me that she likes my glasses. She was quite chatty, and my date looked on with an amused and charming smile. She seemed to enjoy how I dealt with the situation. We sit down and talk. Conversation is slow at first. She is 30. I’m 28. I’m newly single, and she’s divorced for 1.5 years. We were both a bit shy, but we made each other laugh. I’m trying to suppress this “ah-HA” type of emotion, but it keeps getting stronger by the minute.
We keep talking, and the crowd around us erodes into inebriation. There is yelling, there is dancing, there is Lil John piping through the speaker system. Aww skeet skeet motherfucker.
We decide to try another bar. We clearly like each other, but the previous venue was a bit of a hell hole. Nothing is open since were in the burbs. She mentioned that her fitness studio is nearby. But it’s thanksgiving and we’re in MA and there’s nowhere to buy wine. She is sweet. She has gone from cute to beautiful. I’m compelled to spend as much time with her as I can. She is so funny.
I mention, sheepishly, that I have a bottle of whiskey in my car. I give her several outs, as I don’t want to creep her out. She feels comfortable enough to have a drink in her studio with me.
We go up. I’m still in hookup mode, but I clearly feel something special. After a few minutes, I try to reconcile this confusion by kissing her. She doesn’t reciprocate. I’m embarrassed. I apologize. She apologizes and tells me that she liked it, she just wasn’t expecting it. She wasn’t sure if I was having a good time. I smile, because I know that I’m somehow having the time of my life.
We admit how nervous we are and decide to take it slow. We listen to Neon Indian. We discover a mutual love for Elliott Smith. We tell each other things we haven’t told those closest to us. We hold hands for hours. We kiss again and this time it’s electric.
She is tipsy. Its late and she needs to teach a fitness class early in the morning. I don’t want her to drive or to have to sleep in her studio, so I offer her a ride. I tell her I’m exhausted and that I want to stay over. I want to sleep next to her. I promise to be a gentleman. She agrees. We get to her place and I meet her dog. He is gregarious and has a distinguished name.
We put on music and go to bed. We make love. It’s wonderful and nerve wracking and I’m fairly petrified. We sleep, wake, make love again. It’s suddenly 7am. I’m sad. I drive her back to her studio, where her car is parked nearby. I buy her a coffee, we tell each other how much we enjoyed last night. We make plans for Saturday. I walk away feeling like I met my soul mate.
We text non stop and then spend Saturday and Sunday together. I leave for NYC on Monday. She is going to visit. She keeps giving me outs in case I change my mind but I won’t.
She visits 2 weeks later and have the best weekend of our lives. We decide that we want to be together. Countless miles and Spotify playlists later, we moved in together in Boston in April. I’m happier than I’ve ever been, and it’s the most wonderful and natural and healthy relationship I could ever hope for. It’s the kind of love that transcends words and songs and poetry. I’m incredibly thankful. It gives me anxiety to think of how easy it would’ve been for us to never meet. It was completely inconvenient and unexpected and perfect. We are happy. We are infinitely appreciative of one another. We wish we met sooner, but we know that we found each other right on time.
I got Tinder about a month ago and met with my first live one last week. We had actually been messaging for about a week or two, pretty different schedules to blame, but we ended up meeting up for a concert which led to drinks which led to me inviting him back to my house which led to sex.
The sex lasted fucking forever and not in a good way. He was one of those drunks who just can’t fucking come and instead of admitting defeat just keeps pounding and pounding. Gentlemen, this is not desirable. Shit hurts after not too long. There is chafing involved. In the end I was just so over it that I rolled over and went to sleep. Sorry, dude. I’m giving him another chance this weekend with hopefully less alcohol so we’ll see.
I’ll give it a 5/10. Had sex, didn’t die, willing to try one more time.
My friend fucked this stripper with half a shaved head and facial tattoos. She told him that she had been smoking meth all morning and that she had a boyfriend. We later found out that she’s also pregnant. My friend said it was the best sex he’s ever had in his entire life.
It was horrible. I installed the app for fun and just to fuck around with when I’m bored, ended up matching with a girl and talked to her for like 2 weeks and exchanged numbers & FB info. She was pretty, seemed really cool, and we shared a lot in common. Eventually she said we should hang out, and I said sure. We met up at a mall and just walked around and talked for about an hour, and I left. After I left, I knew I wasn’t going to pursue her. Over text she seemed pretty cool, but in person she was just…off, idk I can’t really explain it. Anyway, within 2min of me getting back in the car, she texted me wanting to know my real opinion on her now. Kinda weird, but whatever she seems weird so I just replied saying yeah she’s cool and whatever. Big mistake. Over the course of the next 2 hours, I received over 80 texts, about 10 calls and a couple VMs, all of her crying and saying I need to move in with her and her Dad because she’s suicidal and I needed to take care of her. I was blunt with her in saying no and this can’t go on anymore and to stop contacting me, but nothing changed. I had to delete my FB profile, block her number, etc. I deleted the app after that.
I used it, I’m a fat ugly bastard, I matched with a girl who wasn’t too shabby looking, texted for a few days until we were both off. I picked her up, she was very cute, went to dinner at a Japanese steak house and had a good time, drank some sake. She suggested we go back to my place (woo!)
We stop by her apartment to get her car and she wants to get clothes. She follows me to my house and we make out in my driveway for a few and start to move towards the house, I’m excited, gunna get laid and all yessir, been a while.
So we are on my front porch and she goes “Eew, what’s that” and points to this baseball sized toad that hangs out on my porch, this is his 2nd year it there. Anyways I explain he is cool and I knock beetles off my porch light for to eat and stuff she walks over to him, looks at me, like intense eye contact and proceeded to slowly stomp on my toad.
Now at this point I was experiencing several emotions, shock, anger, rage. I shouted at her “wtf, why’d you do that” to which she replied “I wanted to make you mad so you’d fuck me hard.” I was speechless while I processed what I had just witnessed. I told her to get the Fuck of my property, she flips out, we yell back and forth, I sprayed her with the hose and she finally leaves only to show up 20 min later topless on my deck in the back yard. She had walked from down the road and pulled like 6 pickets down from my fence to get in the back yard.
Cops came, she cried her way out of trouble with them and left.
Tl;dr fat ugly bastard, solid 8 Tinderella, night of hibachi, sake, otphj, she stomped my porch toad, cops come, girl cries, gets let off.
Started flirting with this one girl. Eventually got her number and she texted me on a daily basis. After two weeks of getting to know each other she asks me to be her date at a super bowl party. Sounded fun to me so I thought “why not?”
She said party was at 5 but she wanted to come over around 330 even though it was a ten minute ride there. Totally figured she wanted to hook up first so I totally prepared myself for that. She shows up, I invite her in and I ask “how long before we have to leave?” she says it already started so we have to leave now. I thought that was weird but I got in the car and drove there with blue balls the whole way. It was at a restaurant she worked at and it was an employees and dates party. When we get there it pretty much hasn’t started. Big surprise. We talk for about an hour and get to know each other but it’s painful because she’s so shy. It was open bar but she doesn’t drink so I resisted the temptation.
Eventually her coworkers come and I meet them. She told me one of them was an ex. It didn’t really bother me. They seemed like good guys. A little on the scummy side though. They all looked like shaggy from Scooby-Doo. They’re all about 22 and have a kid or two and have low income jobs.
Eventually they convince her to drink. One sip becomes a whole drink and one drink becomes three. She is really drunk but still being kinda flirty. I didn’t drink anything and played it on the safe side because I was driving. The plan was to leave halfway through and go to a house party. So I drive her and her coworkers there. What a horrible idea. We get there and it’s one of the shittiest places I’ve ever seen. There was a 75 year old man playing Madden instead of watching the super bowl. There was kids running around while people were doing various drugs and talking about selling crack along with pregnant women drinking.
Little uncomfortable but fuck it. We all play a drinking game and then the girl goes to go to the bathroom down the hall. About 3 minutes later two of the coworkers go down the hall to the porch to smoke. About ten minutes goes by and her ex gets up to go see if the bathrooms open. He comes back and lays this on me: “John…. Uhh…. Jen is getting fucked by both those guys right now. Don’t go in the bathroom.”
I was absolutely stunned. I had no idea what to do. I sat there and just watched the super bowl. 5 minutes later she comes out literally pulling her pants up. She completely ignores me and continues playing. 5 minutes go by and she goes to smoke weed with another guy. One guy goes to check and comes back to let me know “Yeah sorry man she’s fucking him now too”. The guys at the table start saying how nice a guy I am and that it sucks that I’m her date and she’s fucked three guys. Then they start getting weird. They start whispering about me and pointing at me. Was entirely sure either was going to get my ass kicked. She comes back I tell her were leaving in 5. One guy at the table stops me and says “Wait! She’s already fucked Tim, Bill, and Mark, I figured me and Mike could get a go and you can have her the rest of the night!”
What. The. Fuck. I left immediately with her. Unfortunately her car is at my place. She kept saying the whole car ride that she hates it when this happens and this is why she doesn’t drink. Took the long way home because I knew she was drunk. She tried to prove she wasn’t by slapping herself and then saying “I’m not drunk, I see the three yellow lines in the road. I know there’s only two but that’s how I know I’m sober”. Tell her to stay for an hour knowing I could prolong it so she can sober up. She throws a hiss fit that her phones dead and her parents are looking for her. She says she has to drive home immediately. Get home. Say “K bye”. She apologies and leaves saying she’ll see me soon. Never talk to her again. She posts on Facebook for three weeks about how bad she fucked up, how her coworkers don’t take her seriously, and how she has to move because of it. “Oh.”
Tl;dr: went on date with girl, went to a drug house, she fucked three dudes and wouldn’t look at me.
The first person I met on Tinder peed on me. The second one called me the next day and accused me of drugging him at the bar. This was especially weird because he left alone without even saying goodbye to me. The third met me for lunch and was actively swiping on Tinder matches during the meal.
I messaged this Indian girl late one night and ended up going to her place at around 6 am. She lived on the first floor of some dorms in a college across town. We got down to business immediately and slept after. She seemed pretty cool.
I woke up naked with a tight elastic band around my ankles (basically tied up my ankles). She had hidden my clothes. She insisted on spending the day together, but to make sure I didn’t run away, she didn’t tell me where my clothes were. So we’re sitting around, I’m still naked after 3 hours. She’s fully clothed now, and asking me all about myself. To make things even stranger, she wrote down each of my answers to her questions.
I waited until she left to use the bathroom, then I searched the entire dorm for my clothes. I found them in the refrigerator in the vegetable drawer. I got dressed SO damn quick, and jumped out of the window.
Oh boy! Back in January I started using it and was matched with a girl who happened to also be in engineering at the same school as me. We started talking and next thing I knew we had gone on a few dates and everything was going great.
A few days later I had a stats midterm, and while studying I got a text from her saying, “Hope your midterm goes well! Why don’t you come over for board games after?” Now I’m usually pretty oblivious, but “board games”? on a Friday night? Yeah, I’m getting laid.
So I finish my midterm, text her that I’m on my way and hop on a bus. The entire bus ride I’m smiling from ear to ear, waiting patiently until I finally arrive around 9:30pm. I entered her place and bam, bottle of wine on the table. Yeah, I’m getting laid. I go and sit down, we start drinking and BAM! Settlers of Catan. We played for 2 hours. She hugs me goodnight and I leave. I didn’t get laid. Fuck.
I’m probably late to the party but I’ll share because my tinder story is terrible, and that’s what we’re all here to see.
I matched with this really cute girl, all of her pictures were professionally done, like senior pictures. We texted for a few days and she seemed alright, not exactly interesting or funny but, as any sane male using tinder, I wasn’t looking for anything more than a hookup.
One night she invited me to pick her up, because she was sneaking out of her house. I agreed and drove to her neighborhood to meet her. I called her when I was at the gate and she sounded funny, it sounded like she was eating and her mouth was full. Thought nothing of it and waited for her to come out.
She rounds the corner walking kinda funny, and wearing weird clothes, like clothes a 12 year old girl would wear. (we’re both 19) She gets in my car and she’s kinda making a funny face. As she reached to hold my hand without saying hello, it hit me. This girl was retarded.
Her little brother came running around the corner yelling telling her to come back because their parents were gonna go crazy. She yelled back out of my open window, “It’s ok, I’m with my boyfriend. He’s gonna take care of me.” I shit my fucking pants. I calmly told her she should probably go with her brother but she wouldn’t let go of my hand. After some convincing she went back with her brother and I sped the fuck out of there.
She called me about 20 times, texted me saying she needed me because her parents were going mental being mad at her. I sent one text back saying she should listen to them and not sneak out any more and never texted her again.
She still texts me to this day inviting me to go places with her family as her boyfriend, and I never reply.
Now I Skype everyone before I meet them in person.
I’m an identical twin. My brother was visiting me at school and I invited a girl I met on tinder over. He doesn’t use Tinder, but obviously didn’t want to be alone for the night so I used the app to get him a girl too.
She thought he was me the entire time all the way up until she left the next morning. Right before she left she asked my brother a question about my rugby team that he just couldn’t answer. I got some angry messages afterwards.
I was traveling to Riga, Latvia via bus from Estonia. I was planning to spent few days there to explore the city. LuxExpress has free WiFi so I was killing the time by looking at girls on Tinder. I started talking to this one local Brunette and we kinda hit it off, she suggested to meet her later on in town, and I agreed. After dropping off my stuff to the hostel I went to meet her in one of the local establishments, which sell drink.
When I entered the bar I was stunned by her looks, and to be honest I probably couldn’t get any intelligent comment out of me until I had downed few beers. Luckily she liked to talk, and kept telling me about the old town and Riga’s nightlife. I think I managed to ask few “intelligent” question about her and tell little about myself. We walked around the old town of Riga and talked for few hours and I thought everything was going really well. Later we met up with few of her friends and went to this one nightclub, we danced and generally had a good time. Towards the end of the evening I made out with her few times and was, lets just say more than excited of my prospects. She told me she’s going to the ladies room and decided that I had to have few drinks more to calm my nerves (I was on dry spell). We went back to my hostel and started making out (I had my own room). Then all of a sudden she stopped and game the price list pitch. At this point I was between furious and horny, seriously considering what I could afford. I ended up throwing her out of my room.
I wish that would have been the end of it but she started screaming and kicking the door, I ended up thrown out of the hostel with her, she threatens me to give her cash or “the boys” will come after me. She starts to follow me when I left to search for new accommodation. I walk few blocks listening to her threats and phone calls, at the end of the street I noticed few guys start to walking fast towards us. I have never ran so fast with a backpack in my life, not even in the army. I managed to lost them in this big park at the edge of Riga’s old town, by hiding in the bushes. I think I waited there for an hour or two, before proceeding back to the bus station and getting the hell out of Latvia.
Pretty happy with my story. Disclosure that I’m bi, but predominantly fool around with guys. I was in a opposite sex mood or something so found a girl on there. Good sense of humor, personality, that sort of thing. We wound up meeting up, hooking up… aaaand then kind of kept up with that frequently for weeks, then months, and so on.
Guess what’s annoying is that she was a perfect match for me. We were both well educated, I was finishing my JD, she had a double major and was getting into a Masters program. So we were both goal/career oriented, both into sports, oddly both the ‘same race’ which has been excessively rare for me (we’re both a black/white mix, this isn’t important for either of us but we were also the first black/white mix we had ever met let alone dated. First time I held someone’s hand who was the same color as me so… that was kind of cool). We loved the same jokes, just… a scary perfect match.
So, great sex, cool set of friends, she cooks well (I cook too but I’m part Caribbean and she is not a fan of spicy food and cooking without curry is foreign to me), our political views are different enough that we can still have a good discussion.
And then I finished law school and went to take the bar in another state. I’m off and on sitting around just wondering what the fuck am I doing and if I should just keep it going or what. She’s honestly the first and currently only person in my life that I genuinely thought was marry worthy.
TL;DR = practically found perfection and now I don’t know what the fuck to do.
The long read: Is Frances new president a political miracle, or a mirage that is already fading away?
The man does not perspire. I discovered that on 12 September, on the island of Saint Martin, a French territory in the Caribbean that had been devastated a few days earlier by Hurricane Irma. Uprooted trees, roofs ripped from houses, streets blocked by mountains of debris: for three hours Emmanuel Macron, president of France, has been walking through what remains of the village of Grand Case in the sweltering, clammy heat amid the strong odour of burst sewage pipes or in other words, of shit. Everyone accompanying him, including the author of these lines, is dripping with sweat, literally soaked, with large circles under their arms. Not him. Although he hasnt had a second to change or freshen up, his white shirt with elegantly rolled-up sleeves is impeccable. And so it will remain until late in the night, when the rest of us are exhausted, haggard and reeking, and hes still as fresh as a daisy, always ready to shake new hands.
Every interaction with Macron follows the same protocol. He turns his penetrating blue eyes on you and doesnt look away. As for your hand, he shakes it in two stages: first a normal grip, and then, as if to show that this was no ordinary, routine handshake, he increases the pressure while at the same time intensifying his gaze. He did the same thing to Donald Trump and it almost turned into an arm wrestle. Then, with his other hand, he clasps your arm or shoulder, and when the time comes to move on, he relaxes his grip while lingering almost regretfully, as if pained to cut short an encounter that meant so much to him. This technique works wonders with his admirers, but its even more spectacular with his enemies. Contradiction stimulates him, aggression galvanises him. To those who complain that the state took its time bringing relief, he explains calmly and patiently that the state does not control extreme weather conditions and that everything that could be anticipated was anticipated. At the same time and well come back to this at the same time he never stops repeating, just as calmly, just as patiently: I came to Saint Martin to hear your anger.
And its a good thing, too, because up comes an angry woman named Lila, who bars his way and accuses him of not giving a damn about the victims suffering, and of coming just to perform before the TV cameras in his ironed shirt and plain tie that doesnt look like much but must have cost a fortune. Shes so vehement that the group of islanders who have gathered around them start booing and jeering and saying thats no way to talk to the president. Anyone else would have taken advantage of the situation and said: You see, the people are behind me. Not Macron. For him, Lila is a challenge. He takes her hand and his face divides in two something Ive often seen it do: the right half, brow creased, is determined, grave, almost severe, giving you the feeling that whatever he does, hes doing it in the eyes of history. The left half, meanwhile, is cordial, optimistic, almost mischievous, giving you the feeling that now hes there, things will be all right.
Prime minister is sent FOI request to publish legal guidance thought to argue that UK can stop EU divorce process at any time
Theresa May is under pressure to publish secret legal advice that is believed to state that parliament could still stop Brexit before the end of March 2019 if MPs judge that a change of mind is in the national interest. The move comes as concern grows that exit talks with Brussels are heading for disaster.
The calls for the prime minister to reveal advice from the countrys top legal experts follow government statements declaring that Brexit is now unstoppable, and that MPs will have to choose between whatever deal is on offer next year even if it is a bad one or no deal at all.
Disquiet has been growing among pro-remain MPs, and within the legal profession and business community, about what is becoming known as the governments kamikaze approach. Ministers insist that stopping Brexit is not an option, as the British people made their decision in last years referendum, and the article 50 process is now under way, however damaging the consequences might turn out to be when negotiations are concluded.
The prominent lawyer Jessica Simor QC, from Matrix chambers, has written to May asking her to release the legal advice under the Freedom of Information Act. Simor says she has been told by two good sources that the prime minister has been advised that the article 50 notification can be withdrawn by the UK at any time before 29 March 2019 resulting in the UK remaining in the EU on its current favourable terms.
Such advice would also accord with the view of Lord Kerr, who was involved in drafting article 50, of Jean-Claude Piris, former director general of the EU councils legal service, and of Martin Selmayr, a lawyer and head of cabinet to the European commission president. She says there is no time to waste and adds: It is important that this advice is made available to the British public and their representatives in parliament as soon as possible.
Leading figures who oppose a hard Brexit, and reject the idea that the process is unstoppable, argue that the public is being hoodwinked by ministers into believing that there is now no alternative to leaving. Simor says this is a policy judgment, not a legal one.
Nick Clegg, the former deputy prime minister, who publishes a book this week on how to stop Brexit, told the Observer: The claim that article 50 is irreversible was always a myth put about by Brexiters who want to stop the British people from changing their minds. Theresa Mays threat that MPs will have to vote for whatever deal she presents to them next autumn, otherwise the UK will crash out of the EU without a deal, is also patent nonsense. Article 50 was never the one-way conveyor belt to Brexit as claimed by the government. It can be stopped at any point.
He said that MPs should ask themselves one question when they come to vote in a years time: Does the deal measure up to the promises made by Brexiters to their constituents before the referendum? If not, MPs should reject the deal, urge the government and the EU to stop the clock, and give the country the opportunity to think again.