thierry

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It's just a question of timing. Once you had lots of sex and she's attached, share deep emotions and vulnerability, she'll love it but in the beginning, playfulness, confidence, humor, light atmosphere are kings.

Hi everyone, I’d like some outside perspectives on a situation that has been on my mind. I’m not looking for reassurance and I’m fully open to the possibility that this was simply a short vacation encounter that ended naturally. What I’m interested in is understanding the psychological dynamics behind what happened. Last week I was staying at a hotel in Morocco and met a girl there (she’s 28, I’m 30). The way we met was quite spontaneous. Around 11pm I was having a herbal tea at the hotel bar. She was there too, drinking a beer and talking with the bartenders. After a while she sat by herself at a nearby table. I wanted to approach her but didn’t really know how. At some point someone said something to her in Arabic and she replied in Arabic. I asked her what it meant, and that’s how I started the conversation. I then asked if I could sit at her table and she said yes. We started talking and it quickly became obvious we were flirting. The tension built up quite naturally. In front of the bar there was a swimming pool, and at some point we had the idea of going for a swim. It was technically forbidden at that hour and people told us not to do it, but we still jumped in anyway. We stayed in the pool for about 10 minutes before security asked us to get out. After that we had to go back to dry ourselves. Our rooms happened to be in the same area of the hotel, so we walked back together. When we reached her door, she asked if I wanted to come in, and I said yes. We ended up sleeping together that night. During sex she was very expressive and vocal (for example she was saying “habibi,” which means “my love” in Arabic). Afterward we cuddled and she was looking at me very intensely. Personally I felt a very strong connection in that moment. The next morning was my flight day going back to Paris. I left early because I couldn’t sleep much, while she slept most of the morning and even into early afternoon. Before I left she had told me I could knock on her door before my departure because I was flying home that day at 3pm. So later I came back and knocked. We had about an hour together. I suggested we go for a walk on the beach, so we walked along the beach and talked a bit more. During that walk we were both laughing a lot and she seemed genuinely sad that I was leaving. At one point we were joking about how it always seems that when you meet someone in a really intense way, the universe makes sure your paths separate quickly. We were laughing about how it’s always on the very last day of the trip that these kinds of encounters happen and that if we had met a few days earlier we probably could have spent two or three relaxed days together at the hotel. In fact, I even briefly considered extending my stay. I was supposed to leave Friday afternoon while she was leaving Sunday afternoon, so we technically could have spent two more days together. I thought about postponing some math lessons I had scheduled for the weekend, but in the end I decided it didn’t feel responsible to cancel work commitments just to stay longer with her not that I did not want to but it did not feel right. When we said goodbye I kissed her, and when I stopped she asked for one more kiss. Then I left and flew back home. She, however, stayed at the hotel for two more nights (Friday night and Saturday night) before leaving for London on Sunday. After I got back we continued messaging on WhatsApp. The conversation was playful and flirtatious. At one point she even sent me a sexy photo from her hotel room and we exchanged voice messages. She also said something like “I am a girl who gets what she wants 😉”. The last exchange we had was Saturday night. I told her my brothers had just come home and that I was going to spend the evening with them and would catch up later. She answered warmly and then asked me: “What’s your zodiac sign? I feel like you’re a Virgo.” I replied with a few short voice messages answering her question and joking around a bit. After that she never opened my messages again. The timeline is important here: Saturday night she was still at the hotel (while I had already left the country), and Sunday was her travel day back to London. From that point on, my messages remained unread and the conversation stopped completely. I’m trying to understand what could have happened psychologically. Some possibilities I’ve been considering: Maybe the interaction was simply a “vacation romance” that felt intense in the moment but wasn’t meant to continue once real life resumed. Maybe she met or slept with another guy during her last evening at the hotel and that experience overshadowed the connection we had. The hotel is known for having very attractive Colombian dancers who work there and who are reputed to hook up with many female guests. Maybe my attitude after we slept together came across as a bit attached or needy. I’m aware that neediness is unattractive, and I tried to keep things cool in my messages, but the truth is that I did feel a strong connection with her and maybe that came across in subtle ways. Maybe the energy simply changed once we both returned to our normal environments. From an outside perspective, what do you think is the most plausible explanation? I’m genuinely interested in understanding the psychological dynamics behind situations like this. Thanks.

You are blessed. I used to be also like that You are blessed, nurture that and take care of your health. As soon as your health declines, your ability to feel declines too

Yeah , God uses carrots to lead us where he wants but he never actually lets us take a bite. What a sadist

Thanks for the feedback

Thank for the feedback, yeah it's sad, she seemed really to appreciate me but at the same time she's amazingly hot, she must have real abundance. Fun fact: few hours before we met at the bar, I ran into her in the hallway of our appartments. I remember seeing her and thinkingw "wow that's the kind of girl I could never bring home, Totally out of my league" and ironically, I was in her bed that very same night.

Yeah you are right, financial independence is a good long term goal. I'm Just playing the game within my own limits at the moment. To be honest, finances aren't even my main limitation nor my priority. I also deal with some health issues which is what I'm focusing on improving(not degradind.. :p) right now But yeah I get your point Thank you One thing is clear from this story: I'm not enough

Yeah you right, I do my best and God decide what actually happens. Thank God for that moment, I’d like to order more of that, please. It’s divinely delicious.

Even without totally concrete proof, if you study: 1) Epstein’s psychology, 2) the potential effects of stem cells on the human body, and 3) the fact that he potentially had the power and ability to do it, what would stop him? His principles? I’m 99.9% sure that what Leo says about this man is true.

I never understood the concept of transcending Life after a certain number of réincarnations(like sahdguru s claiming that for a reason or another, this is his last Life as a human). I would reincarnate forever as a human(male). that would be heaven for me. Just delete all my memories between each Lifetime (or not :p)

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(Sorry it buged) Glad to see you’re carrying the weight of being good on your shoulders it’ll build your soul Do whatever you want. If you feel too weak to tell the truth, you can do that. If you feel strong enough to say it, then of course I’d encourage you to. I was in the same situation 3-4years ago. I sent the woman a short message saying I wasn’t looking for a serious relationship. She replied, ‘no worries :)’. On the next date, we ended up sleeping together. It really depends on the girl. I honestly didn’t expect that myself.

Yeah you might be right, my bad

First of all, I want to clarify that I don’t consider myself either LGBT or anti-LGBT. I don’t really have a stake in it. I just find parts of the LGBT movement quite cringe lately, especially because of what I see as manipulative tactics. I understand that being part of a minority can be difficult, but in my view that doesn’t justify everything that’s sometimes done in the name of the community. That said, I wanted to mention a series I watched which, for me, is the best show I’ve seen in a long time. In it, the main character comes across as non-binary or at least that’s how I personally interpreted her and she’s one of the coolest characters I’ve seen in years. If you haven’t watched the show, I highly recommend it: There are also good examples in Arcane, which is objectively a strong series. Season 1 was great, though I agree that season 2 was disappointing for me, possibly in part because the LGBT messaging felt over-emphasized. Still, the characters themselves are well written. I’m thinking especially of Vi, Jinx’s sister, who is lesbian; Jinx, a chaotic and unstable character; and Ekko, who is probably the closest thing the show has to a traditional hero.

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English is not my native language, maybe counter exemples would have been a better title. Just wanted to share that basically

Call it what you like, just examples of well-written shows.

I’ve been reflecting on suffering, and I sense that there is something profoundly deep about it. Many spiritual teachers claim that suffering is merely a concept. I understand what they mean, yet I don’t believe suffering can be reduced to that alone. There is something undeniably profound in it. Someone once said that suffering is the only real thing. I used to dismiss that as neither wise nor insightful, but now I’m not so sure. Perhaps there is truth in it. In many spiritual circles today, it has become almost fashionable to say, ‘I am God.’ It’s repeated so often that it turns into a kind of social belief. But when people speak of God, they often imagine something greater than themselves something purer, more absolute. What if the opposite were true? What if the human being is, in a sense, more than God? A human being is God encountering limits. A human being is God pressing against the edge of what is possible. When a person reaches exhaustion, it is not simply human weakness it is God arriving at the frontier of His own experience. And sometimes, through the human, even that frontier is surpassed. To be human is not to fall short of the divine. It is to be the very movement through which the divine explores, stretches, and transcends itself. So when you suffer and still find the courage to feel that suffering fully, you are not merely touching infinity. You are infinity itself, standing at the edge of its own unfolding. Ps: P.S.: To be clear, I’m not talking about unnecessary or avoidable suffering. Many kinds of suffering should be avoided. I’m talking about the kind that comes from exploring reality deeply even its darkest parts. I don’t mean being careless or putting ourselves in painful situations for no reason. I mean suffering that comes from genuine exploration and experience.

I don’t understand why you keep insisting on that assumption. You can try to understand reality while recognizing that science is a construct of the human mind. It’s possible to engage in science without tying your ego to it simply because we work through our minds, and science can be interesting. Science and Truth are not antagonistic. (I was close to finishing a degree in math and physics when I discovered Actualized.org. I stopped everything about five months after finding the channel. Looking back, I think that was a mistake on my part. I never believed I would reach Truth through science. the only reason I pursued it was that it seemed like the best and most honest thing I could do in this life given my limits as a human being.)

I sold my soul to the devil. I ended up selling my soul to the devil. It disgusts me, but it’s the truth, and I accept it. I take shortcuts. I lie when I need to. That’s it. I’ve crossed over to the other side. And yet, when I was a child, I had a dream. I wanted to be a hero. Not a spectacular hero, not a fictional hero, but a real one. Someone capable of renouncing his desires, of sacrificing himself, of serving something greater than himself. I watched superhero movies with this almost naïve certainty: in this life, nothing prevents you from becoming that kind of person. Nothing prevents you from making the hero real. I thought it was possible. But I failed. I sold my soul to the devil. The trap I fell into wasn’t the temptation of power or money. It was the feeling of injustice. It’s that moment when you realize others allow themselves everything. They lie, manipulate, cheat, crush… and they move forward. And you hesitate. You want to stay upright. You want to stay honorable. But you can see that the world doesn’t necessarily reward that. So a fear settles in. The fear of competing with someone who has no limits. The fear that he’ll surpass you precisely because he allowed himself what you forbade yourself. The fear of losing not because you’re less capable, but because you’re more scrupulous. And that’s when something shifts. You don’t sell your soul out of a taste for evil. You sell it so you won’t be defenseless. You sell it so you won’t fight by rules the other person refuses. You sell it to make sure you can stand on equal ground. You tell yourself: If I stay upright and he doesn’t, he’ll destroy me. So I allow myself what I once refused. And that’s how you cross the line. I think that’s the devil’s real trap: he doesn’t just push you toward wrongdoing, he speaks to you when you’re wounded, when you’ve been betrayed, when the selfishness of others has left marks on your body or your mind while you were trying to be fair. He tells you that you have no choice. He tells you it’s necessary. He tells you it’s for survival. And the worst part is, those reasons sound true. I know they’re only excuses. And I understand now that all the devils in the world have their excuses. Everyone can tell their story, their wounds, their constraints. Everyone can explain why they did what they did. But in the end, the truth remains simple. I sold my soul to the devil. Period. And yet, despite that, I still have one wish left. If somewhere there’s a young person who still dreams of becoming a hero in this life, I want to tell them not to give up. On that path, they will often feel like they’re doing fifteen times more than everyone else. They’ll feel that their altruism, their renunciation, their inner “emptiness” leave enormous space for the selfishness of others. They’ll feel like everyone else takes, and that for them, there’s only a very narrow space left, almost none at all. That’s normal. That’s what the hero’s path feels like. They just have to hold on. They should remember that if they hold on, they’re accomplishing something very few people manage to do. And that, in the end, being a hero may be nothing more than this: living without ever selling your soul to the devil. It sounds simple. But in practice, it’s probably the hardest thing there is.

depends on which level of your being you're referring to haha

Nothing is objectively wrong. Having sex with children is objectively extremely selfish. I did not speak about "evil"