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In a world where digital access is endless, why, even when a relationship is fulfilling both emotionally and sexually, do some men still find themselves trapped in the cycle of porn addiction?The psychology behind porn addiction often runs deeper than mere physical satisfaction. It becomes a coping mechanism, a way to deal with stress, anxiety, or even feelings of inadequacy given with the higher stats of men these days remaining single into their late 40's.&nbsp; And since sex isn't easily available for men in general, relying on porn is their 'saviour' to gaining releif. Though playing handy-man' for a while leads them to carring on the behaviour when they finaly do find themselves in a comitted relationship, though for many women, when their significant other chooses to watch the dark forces of adult content, like a granny on a slott machine; this can feel like a betrayal; especially when the physical connection in their relationship seems strong. As the addiction escalates, it can erode trust and intimacy, leaving the partner questioning, “Why am I not enough?”But the hard truth is, it’s rarely about the partner. Porn addiction thrives on isolation and secrecy. Breaking free requires not only willpower but also emotional support, open communication, and sometimes, professional help. One of our readers shares her their story when she saw her love life rotting away:“I never expected to find myself in this situation. Our sex life was great; passionate, connected, everything I thought a relationship should be. So, why was I standing in the kitchen, frozen, as I watched him through the gap in the doorway, eyes glued to his laptop screen? One tab was work, the other unmistakably porn.My stomach twisted. Walking out I noticed him carefully sliding the one tab to the side before I approached closer, I carried on pretending I hadn’t seen. But the question buzzed in my mind: Why does he need that when we’re together?It wasn’t the first time I’d caught him. A few weeks ago, I walked into the bathroom without knocking. There he was, pants around his ankles, wanking off; mid-act. He’d flushed, stammered some excuse about being “too stressed,” and that was it. But now, it was different. This wasn’t just stress relief. This was a habit, a routine, and I didn’t know what to do with it.The disgust started to creep in, turning my attraction to him into something hollow. Who is he imagining when we’re together? I wondered. Was it me? Or was he picturing the women from those videos, with their impossible bodies and scripted moans? The thought made me feel small, like I wasn’t enough for him. And it was starting to eat me alive.But the real punch came later. I’d been using his phone to look something up, and that’s when I saw it; disappearing messages on WhatsApp. A pit formed in my stomach as I scrolled through the names, wondering what conversations were so secret they needed to vanish. Who was he talking to? And more importantly, why?The more I thought about it, the more unsettled I became. Was it just the porn, or was there more? What else was he hiding? Every time we made love, doubt crept in. I felt like I was losing trust in him, in us. I wanted to confront him, to demand answers, but fear held me back. What if the truth was worse than I imagined? What if he couldn’t stop?That evening, I couldn’t take it anymore. I waited until he was sitting on the couch, casually scrolling through his phone, and I just... exploded.“Why do you need to watch porn?” I blurted out, standing in front of him with my arms crossed. His eyes shot up, wide, surprised. “I saw it. The laptop. And don’t even start with the bathroom thing again; I’m not stupid. And what’s with the disappearing messages? Are you hiding something from me?”His face darkened instantly, and I could feel the shift in the air. He stood up, towering over me. “You’ve been going through my stuff?” His voice was sharp, defensive. “Why the hell are you snooping around my phone, my laptop? That’s an invasion of privacy.”“I wouldn’t have to snoop if you didn’t give me a reason to be suspicious!” I shot back, heart pounding. “You’ve been acting weird for weeks. What’s going on? Who are you talking to? Why do you need porn when we’re having sex?”His jaw clenched, and he looked away for a moment, as if trying to control his temper. When he spoke again, his words were like venom. “This is your problem, not mine. You’re the one being paranoid. I’m allowed to have some things for myself. It’s not like I’m cheating on you.”I shook my head, anger bubbling beneath the surface. “But it feels like it. Every time I walk in on you, it’s like I don’t exist. Who are you even thinking about when we’re together?”His face turned red. “Jesus, you’re blowing this way out of proportion! It’s just porn. Every guy watches it.”The room was tense, the silence thick between us. I could feel my chest tightening, my throat burning. He wasn’t sorry. He wasn’t even trying to explain himself. It was like I was the crazy one for feeling like this. “You know what? If this is how you’re going to act, maybe we need a break,” he said coldly, crossing his arms.I froze, blindsided by his words. My mind raced; had I pushed him to this? Or was he just deflecting because I’d caught him in something he couldn’t explain? Either way, his reaction left me more confused than ever, and it hurt like hell.As he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him, I was left standing there, shattered. I had my answer—it wasn’t just the porn. It was everything else he was hiding. And the truth was, he didn’t want to face it."In relationships, we often dismiss that uneasy feeling in our stomachs, brushing it off as overthinking or insecurity.&nbsp; When things don’t feel right, it’s not about being paranoid; it’s about recognizing patterns, behaviour changes, and signs that something deeper is at play. Instead of dismissing your intuition, it’s important to listen to it. It might just lead you to the clarity you’ve been seeking all along.Would yo like a chance to have your story featured on our blog? We'd love to hear it, hope on to our home page and contact us directly! xx

When Trust Starts to Rot

There's been a growing trend among certain men who seem fixated on the concept of "masculine" and "feminine" energy. You could even say they know more about this stuff than a so called ‘relationship coach’, pluse speaking of relationship coaches these days... we all know btw is a complete hoax as most of them are still very single and have nothing else to do but to involve themselves in other peoples’ relationships because they don't have one of their own.What is it about this concept that appeals so deeply to them? Why are they so invested in proving the differences, and is it truly confidence driving them, or something else entirely?For some, this obsession is framed as an ideology, a belief that men and women have inherently different roles to play in society and relationships. These men often idolize figures who espouse hyper-masculine ideals, glorifying the strong, stoic provider role while casting femininity in a purely submissive, supportive light.&nbsp;But, when you peel back the layers, it's hard to ignore the undercurrent of insecurity beneath the surface. The relentless need to assert one's masculinity, to continuously proclaim the differences between the sexes, feels more like a defence mechanism than a genuine belief. Could it be that some men feel their identity is being threatened, and thus, cling to these ideologies for a sense of control?At its core, the obsession with masculine versus feminine energy may be less about understanding true gender differences and more about confronting a deeper sense of inferiority. In a world where traditional roles are becoming less relevant, it's easier to try and control the narrative than to evolve with it. One reader had a similar experience on a date where she had engaged in a heated conversation about masculinity and femininity, find out if he was marriage material in this exclusive story:"The gym was packed that evening, but I liked it that way. Something about the focused faces, it always energized me. As I wiped the sweat from my brow, I caught a glimpse of him; tall, dark hair, and the kind of build that made you wonder if he practically lived here. His eyes caught mine, and for a moment, I felt that strange, electric pull.I wasn’t looking for anything serious. God knows I had enough on my plate. But when he sauntered over between sets and struck up a conversation about my form, I wasn’t exactly going to shut him down. He was confident; maybe a little too confident; but there was something about his smirk that kept me intrigued."How about dinner?" he asked casually, his eyes glinting under the fluorescent lights. I hesitated for a beat, but then shrugged. Why not?Later that evening, he arrived at the restaurant dressed in a black t-shirt that hugged his muscular frame, ripped jeans, and white sneakers. It wasn’t exactly my idea of sophistication, but it worked for him. Over wine and appetizers, he immediately launched into his favourite topic; masculine versus feminine energy."You know, men are naturally dominant. We’re the hunters, the providers," he said, taking a sip of his drink. "Women, on the other hand, they need to embrace their nurturing side. It’s how we’re wired. That’s why so many women are miserable today; they’re fighting against nature."I raised an eyebrow, intrigued but also slightly irritated. "And where does that leave us, exactly?"&nbsp;He flashed a charming smile. "You’ve heard of [public figure], right? He gets it. Society’s too soft these days, all this talk of equality. Most women don’t even want that; they want a man who knows how to lead."The conversation was teetering on the edge of full-blown arrogance, but I wasn’t ready to leave just yet. There was something fascinating about watching him spout his beliefs, as if he’d rehearsed them in front of a mirror. He was handsome, sure, but the more he talked, the more I realized that’s where his appeal ended. As the night wore on, I could tell where this was heading. His eyes lingered on me, but it wasn’t with admiration or interest; it was the look of someone who was after one thing. And maybe, just for tonight, that was fine with me.Back at my place, we ended up having a shag, in my mind I wasn't sure if he could tell that it's been a while, nevertheless I took advantage of the situation probably because his ego brushed off to mine and I was getting bored of the solo vibrator sessions, his words about dominance and power still echoing in my ears as he pulled me close. It was physical, it was heated, but it was nothing more than that, plus his cock was not as big as his ego, I've seen better; standard really especially after he had told me what sportscar he drove. By the end of it, I already knew; I’d never see him again. He wasn’t looking for anything serious, and neither was I, not with im anyway...&nbsp;As he left, handsome or not, he was far too wrapped up in himself to be anything close to boyfriend material. The kind of man who thought he was a prize just for showing up. One-off? Sure. But a future? Never. He was just another guy stuck in his own inflated view of what it meant to be a man."Men like this often portray themselves as hyper-masculine, spouting off about gender roles and dominance, but the reality is much simpler; and sadder. When a man feels the need to constantly assert his masculinity, it’s not a sign of strength; it’s often a mask for the insecurities they’ve been carrying since childhood. Much like the “daddy issues” stereotype often pinned on women, many men grapple with their own version of this, struggling with feelings of inadequacy because they lacked strong male role models growing up.&nbsp;So next time a man is trying too hard to prove he’s a “real man,” remember; it’s not just women who have unresolved childhood issues. These men are often little boys, still figuring out their place in the world, trying to fill a void that was left from the start. The key is recognizing that their bluster isn’t about you; it’s about them.Do you have a similar story or an experience to share? We'd love to hear it with the chance of getting featured on our blog! Hop on to our home page and contact us directly! Xx

Masculine vs. Feminine Obsession

We've all been there. That gut-wrenching moment when a seemingly harmless detail from your partner's past slams into your present like a wrecking ball. A casual confession, a past unexpected connection; and then suddenly, you're blindsided by a wave of insecurities you didn't even know you had. Left to question everything from your relationship to your self-worth that situations like this stir up. And while the past is supposed to stay in the past, it has an uncanny way of showing up, uninvited, at the most inopportune moments. How do you navigate that? More importantly, how do you protect yourself from letting it destroy what you’ve built?One of our readers recently shared a very real experience in a similar situation where past meets present, where that little ‘hunch’ you often feel sometimes on a subconscious level sees more then you consciously do, and most often in good or...may way say not so good of a reason, though for some cosmic logic these facts had to come to our attention. To maintain privacy names of persons have changed. Enjoy the feature:“I sat stiff in the salon chair, my heart racing as I tried to block out the therapist’s voice. You know ... that one nail technician we all have if the one we usually go to is fully booked... kind of like a ‘back burner’ but for nails. She was chatting away, as usual, talking about her plans for the weekend—some festival she was going to, hoping to get backstage again, like she used to in the old days. My stomach churned at the thought. She had always seemed a little too…free-spirited. Even from our first appointment, there was something off about her, but I never thought I’d be sitting here, knowing what I know now.It was just last week, mid-polish, when she had dropped the bomb. “Oh, you’re seeing Logan?” she had said, almost amused. “We used to have a thing. Nothing serious, just a few hookups. We were, you know, friends with benefits.”Friends with benefits. Those words clung to me, poisoning my thoughts. This wasn’t just some random girl from his past; this was her. The chain smoking nail technician I’d been seeing in case of an emergency nail fix, the one who knew every broken nail that had failed me, now felt like my whole world had broken down. It made me sick.The worst part? I should have seen the signs. I’d noticed she was a follower of Logan’s on Instagram weeks ago, which struck me as odd. She didn’t follow many of her clients, but I brushed it off as nothing. I mean, she wasn’t exactly his type; she wasn’t particularly attractive, always overdone with way too much makeup, and dressed like she was trying to relive her early twenties. Tight tops, low-cut jeans, too much eyeliner. She wasn’t subtle about the way she carried herself either. The rumours about her were well-known; how she used to hang around with bands, slipping backstage whenever she could. She was the kind of girl that most people tried to avoid. And now, I couldn’t avoid her.I remembered the time she casually mentioned she’d had an abortion years ago, right in the middle of a conversation about new nail techniques. I was stunned by how nonchalant she was about it. “It was a one-off fling,” she had said. “One of those friends-with-benefits situations. I wasn’t ready for a kid with some guy I barely knew.” She had laughed it off like it was nothing, just another story in her long list of questionable life choices. I’d tried to act unfazed, but even back then, her words had stuck with me, haunting me in the quiet moments.Now, knowing she had been with my Logan, I felt the bile rise in my throat. How long ago had it been? Was it recent? Was it while he was with me? Worse, had they been careless? Had he used a condom? I knew what kind of girl she was; the kind who didn’t think twice about casual hookups. The kind who didn’t seem to care about the consequences. And Logan… he had always been so carefree, so easygoing. Had he been just as reckless with her as he had been with me?I couldn’t help picturing them together, her groupie persona trying to seduce him, and Logan; my Logan; falling for it. How many times had she been backstage with those bands, how many nameless flings had she had? The thought of him inside someone like her made my skin crawl. Trembling at the thought of getting checked for some sexually transmitted disease all because of my partner’s past carelessness!“Everything okay?” she asked, turning to me with that overly sweet cigarette stained smile. She didn’t even know how much she had shattered me... How every word she spoke made my trust in Logan crumble a little more. I swallowed hard and forced a smile. “Yeah, just thinking,” I mumbled, praying my voice wouldn’t betray me.But inside, I was spiralling. Did he love me, or was I just another fling? Another her? The worst part was, I didn’t know if I wanted to find out.”In moments like these, it’s easy to spiral, to let your mind go to dark places. But the key is this: communication. Before your emotions run wild, take a step back and talk it out with your partner. Set boundaries. Voice your concerns. At the same time, don’t lose sight of your own value. Someone else's history doesn’t define your worth, nor should it dictate the future of your relationship. Trust is a fragile thing, but it can be rebuilt if both people are willing to work at it. And if not, maybe the past is the universe's way of telling you something you needed to hear.If you would like to share a story in this eventful universe, contact us directly on our homepage for your chance to get feature on TheGlamStashblog.com!

Old Ties Resurface

We all love a good warm hug, or do we? Is there such a thing as being too needy or clingy? For some, expressing love through physical touch is as natural as breathing. For others, the constant need for touch can feel overwhelming, even stifling. But where does the balance lie? And how do we navigate the fine line between affection and neediness, especially when our love languages differ?For those whose primary love language is touch, physical closeness isn't just a preference; it's a fundamental way of expressing and receiving love. Whether it's a hug, or simply holding hands, touch is their way of feeling connected, secure, and valued.However, in relationships, differences in love languages can sometimes lead to misunderstandings. This disconnect can create tension, especially when it comes to the love language of touch, where one person's comfort zone might not align with the other's likings for displays of fondness one can say...But what happens when your need for touch is met with resistance? What if your partner, despite all other positive qualities, finds your affectionate gestures excessive? Is it possible to be too clingy, or is this simply a mismatch in love languages?One of our readers had reached out and shared her story that delves into the heart of this dilemma. To maintain privacy names of persons have changed. Enjoy the feature:"I never expected to fall for someone like Damian. I was 25, and he was 45; a world of difference between us, yet something about him drew me in. He was everything I had ever wanted: successful, kind, and with a maturity that came from years of experience. I had always been drawn to older men, perhaps because I craved the stability I never had as a child.My childhood was a chaotic whirlwind of domestic abuse, a house where love was rare, and fear was a constant companion. I grew up without the safety of a father’s arms or the warmth of a mother’s embrace. Touch, for me, was something I longed for, for me touch meant I was able to feel secure in a world that had always felt so unstable.When I met Damian, I thought I had found the love I’d been searching for. He was patient, understanding, and everything my younger self had yearned for. But there was one thing I hadn’t anticipated...his discomfort with my need for touch.From the beginning, Damian made it clear that he wasn’t one for public displays of affection. A quick peck on the cheek, a brief touch of the hand...that was his limit. But I couldn’t help it! I wanted more! I craved the reassurance that only his touch could give me. Every time we were together, I found myself reaching for his hand, leaning into him, needing that physical connection to feel secure."Why do you always need to touch me?" he asked one evening, pulling away from a hug that lingered a little too long for his liking. His voice was gentle but firm, a tone that sent a chill down my spine.“I just…I just love you, Damian,” I stammered, feeling the familiar pang of insecurity rising within me. “Is that so bad?”He sighed, running a hand through his thick black greying hair and stroking his chin stuble. “It’s not about love, darling. It’s just…too much sometimes.”His words cut deeper than I wanted to admit. I had never felt this way before, so vulnerable and exposed. Was I really too much? Too needy? Too clingy? The thought gnawed at me, eroding the confidence I had worked so hard to build.For six months, we danced around this issue. I tried to curb my instincts, to hold back when all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around him and never let go. But the more I tried, the more distant he became, as if my need for touch was a burden he could no longer bear.And then, one evening, it all came crashing down. Damian told me he couldn’t do it anymore. “I care for you deeply,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “But this… it’s just not working. I think you need something I can’t give.” Damian’s words echoed in my mind long after he walked out the door. I was left alone, questioning everything. Had I been too much? Was my need for love and touch so overwhelming that it had driven him away? &nbsp; The man who had seemed like my hero had become the source of my deepest insecurity...”This story illustrates the fine line between expressing love and being perceived as needy. It’s a reminder that everyone has different emotional needs, and when these needs clash, it can lead to misunderstandings and heartbreak. But it’s also a call to introspection. While it’s important to respect your partner’s boundaries, it’s equally crucial to honour your own needs. Being true to your love language isn’t a flaw; it’s a fundamental part of who you are. So, if you ever find yourself wondering if you’re too needy, remember this: The right person will appreciate you for exactly who you are!Do you have a similar story to share or an eventful experience you’d like to bring to our readers attention, now’s the chance for your words to get featured on TheGlamStashblog.com, simply email us via our home page contact form! We look forward to featuring your story!

When Love Languages Collide

What defines "being insecure"? Men have often complained it comes out as a turn off; though there are instances where men like in one of our readers had experienced; when consciously or unconsciously, a man is most likely to bring out insecurities in us despite us having that inner self validation before they came along, leading to a ripple effect of self-doubt and emotional turmoil.Sometimes a man’s attention, approval, or disapproval can significantly influence a woman's self-perception. Men who genuinely support and encourage their partners contribute positively to their self-esteem. However, those who exhibit behaviours such as a wandering eye, inconsistent affection, or subtle comparisons with other women can inadvertently (or deliberately) spark feelings of inadequacy. This can lead to a vicious cycle of self-doubt and anxiety.Our new feature looks into real life events that are a common factor when it comes to relationships and no you don’t need a relationship coach for this one! This true story speaks for itself, because in relationships, as in life, self-worth should never be compromised. It’s essential to surround oneself with people who genuinely value and support one's true self. To maintain privacy names of persons have changed. Enjoy the feature:“Life was good. No, life was great. I had a fulfilling job, an apartment in the poshest part of the city, and a close-knit group of friends who made every day an adventure! I wasn’t looking for love; I was perfectly content with my own company. That was until I met Andrew.Andrew was the epitome of success. Tall, charismatic, and with a smile that could charm the coldest of hearts. He walked into my life with the confidence of a man who had the world at his feet. From our first encounter at a mutual friend’s party, he made his intentions clear. He wanted to be with me, and he went above and beyond to make that happen.At first, it was intoxicating. The attention, the lavish dates, the way he looked at me like I was the only woman in the room. I found myself falling for him, despite my initial reservations. But as the days turned into weeks, I began to notice things that gnawed at my self-esteem, which was an unfamiliar feeling since I hadn’t last felt that way from way back in my early teenage years.Andrew had a wandering eye. It wasn’t blatant, but subtle enough to make me question my worth. I’d catch him glancing at other women, a fleeting look that left a sting of insecurity. I started comparing myself to every woman we encountered, wondering what they had that I didn’t, started noticing he’d often have his phone turned face down if I were close by or he’d instantly change what he was looking at on his phone if I passed by, all I kept thinking is, whatever he’s hiding he definitely does not want me knowing of it! Despite his reassurances, the doubts crept in, slowly eroding my confidence.The man who once made me feel like I was on top of the world now made me feel like I wasn’t enough at times. I began to wonder if I was just another trophy in his collection, a conquest to be flaunted but never fully cherished. We’d often meet up with his single friends all who had a date for the night with women filled to the brim with injections and bodily prosthetics to please a man’s eye. Little details slowly got me thinking...It’s true when they say show me your friends and I’ll tell you who you are...My anxiety started to become a constant battle between my love for him and my growing insecurities, regardless of the quality of his attention towards me... it made me question everything even more. I found myself dressing up more, trying harder to meet an unattainable standard I had set for myself. I wanted to be the woman who could hold his attention, but the more I tried, the more I felt I was losing myself.One evening, after a particularly draining day at work, I confronted Andrew. “Why do you do it?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Why do you check out every girl that walks past as if I wasn’t there?”His surprise was genuine, but his answer was not. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, pulling me into his arms. “You’re everything to me.”But his words rang hollow. I realized that no amount of reassurance could fill the void his behaviour had created. It was then that I knew I had to make a choice. I could either continue to let him undermine my self-worth, or I could reclaim the confidence I once had. After a few more incidents that validated where his loyalty laid out to be it confirmed that it wasn’t with me; despite his verbal reassurance, I knew what I had to do and ended it.”After receiving our reader’s story you can’t help but think how funny it is when half-truths come across as positive, but the real truth always comes across negative because of the fear of confrontation and the discomfort it brings. We often accept these half-truths because they feed into our need for validation without challenging our self-perception. However, embracing the real truth, no matter how uncomfortable, is the first step towards genuine self-worth. It's time to face the reality, shed the insecurities, and build a foundation of confidence that no fleeting glance or empty compliment can shake!If you would like to share a story in this eventful universe, contact us directly on our homepage for your chance to get feature on TheGlamStashblog.com!

Behind the Charm

One trends that's sparked widespread debate and discomfort is the phenomenon of random direct messages; those creepy DM's that just stack on top of each other from guys to girls on Instagram. While these messages seem harmless, many women report experiencing a strong cringe worthy factor, followed by our recent poll with your real thoughts about this.But what drives men to send these unsolicited messages, and why do they often backfire?&nbsp;After one of our readers approached us to share their story you may never want to open one ever again! For confidentiality reasons to maintain privacy names have been changed:"It was a rainy evening, I<span style="font-family: var(--body-fontFamily); font-size: calc(18px * var(--body-fontSize, 1)); font-weight: var(--body-fontWeight, 400); background-color: rgba(249,250,251,var(--tw-bg-opacity));" data-mce-style="font-family: var(--body-fontFamily); font-size: calc(18px * var(--body-fontSize, 1)); font-weight: var(--body-fontWeight, 400); background-color: rgba(249,250,251,var(--tw-bg-opacity));">’d just finished a long day at work and was looking forward to unwinding and curling <span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: calc(18px * var(--body-fontSize, 1)); font-weight: inherit; background-color: rgba(249,250,251,var(--tw-bg-opacity));" data-mce-style="font-family: inherit; font-size: calc(18px * var(--body-fontSize, 1)); font-weight: inherit; background-color: rgba(249,250,251,var(--tw-bg-opacity));">up on my couch about to binge watch the rest of my reality series.&nbsp; As I was about to enjoy my peace, my phone buzzed, glancing down, I saw a new notification from Instagram. A direct message from someone I didn't recognize.Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened the message. "Hi Emma, I came across your profile and couldn't resist reaching out. You seem like someone I'd love to get to know. - Matthew." The profile picture was of a good-looking guy with a charming smile. Normally, I’d ignore random DMs, but something about this one intrigued me. Maybe it was the way his words were perfectly crafted to sound both sincere and flattering. In that moment I felt like playing along, what can I say I was bored and tired...I guess it felt entertaining at the time...Against my better judgment, I replied, "Hi Matthew, thank you for the kind words. What made you decide to message me?" Almost instantly, he responded. "There’s something captivating about you, Emma. I felt there's something unique about you just by looking at your pictures and reading your posts." His quick response and the intensity of his words sent a shiver down my spine, but I brushed it off as excitement.Over the next few days, Matthew and I exchanged messages constantly. He seemed perfect—too perfect. He knew exactly what to say, always making me feel special and understood. Frequently, he would lament about the lack of "real men" in today's world, often referencing his idol, a well-known public figure infamous for his controversial views. Matthew considered himself a "high value man" because of his supposed success, a topic he brought up often. But as our conversations deepened, a nagging feeling began to creep in. There was something off about how quickly he seemed to know so much about me. He would reference obscure details from my posts, things I had forgotten I had even shared.Then the huge 'ick' bomb fell after receiving a new message from Matthew, weirdly enough usual time in the evening, which I had gathered is when he had HIS free time... the message though made my blood run cold. "You looked great in that pink tank top at the gym yesterday. It really shows your dedication." I hadn't posted anything about my gym visit, much less what I was wearing. My heart raced as I realized the implication. How could he know that?The next day, I confided in my friend Rosie about the unsettling messages. Her face went pale. "Emma, I got a DM from a guy named Matthew last week. Same charming smile, same smooth lines." We compared messages and found they were nearly identical. Frantically, we did some digging and discovered he was a notorious slime ball. His so-called "success" was a façade, filled with exaggerated accomplishments and half-truths. Fear and disgust gripped me as I blocked him and reported his account, even had to change gym unfortunately thanks to the haunting reminder of how close I had come to letting a creep into my life. All I have to say is beware girls and send that DM straight to the dumpster!"Do you have a story to share? We'd love to hear it! Contact us via our home page here on TheGlamStash blog.com &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;

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When Trust Starts to Rot

Masculine vs. Feminine Obsession

Old Ties Resurface

When Love Languages Collide

Behind the Charm

Behind the Screen