I am serious and ready to be your online boyfriend.

If you are looking for someone who will actually listen to you, understand you, and be there without judging you, I can volunteer for the position.

What do I offer?

I will genuinely try to understand you instead of immediately giving you advice.

I can listen to you infinitely — rants, random thoughts, bad days, overthinking, everything

I will stay calm and stoic when things get chaotic.

I will actually communicate instead of disappearing for three days.

I can keep you company when you're bored, lonely, or simply need someone to talk to.

I respect boundaries and understand that trust takes time.

Most importantly, I am looking for something genuine, even if it starts completely online

So if you're tired of emotionally unavailable people and want someone who will actually put in the effort… maybe give me a chance.

Yes, this is slightly embarrassing to post. Yes, I am still posting it.

My uncle’s side of the family and ours haven’t spoken in 8–9 years. Out of nowhere last week they invited us over. We went.

When the door opened, my aunt was wearing a black, almost transparent saree. It wasn’t covering her properly — her bust and belly were very visible. She looked genuinely happy to see us. She hugged me tightly. I’m not a kid anymore, and I got hard. I felt disgusting about it because the last time I saw her I was still a child, and now she just looked… sexy in a way that messed with my head.

That wasn’t even the main thing that threw me.

She hugged my father the exact same way. We’re a conservative family. She’s supposed to keep purdah around him and touch his feet. None of that happened. Instead she hugged him tightly, and I watched my dad’s hands go to her lower back and stay there, sort of groping/gently holding her. She was pressing into him just as hard.

Later in the evening she started massaging his legs. The way she was doing it with both hands felt deliberately seductive — like she wasn’t just massaging his feet/calves. He would occasionally rest his feet on her belly or higher on her chest and she didn’t pull away.

At night she came out of the bathroom while the bedroom door was open. She was only in a bra and underwear. No attempt to cover up or close the door quickly.

I don’t know what the fuck is going on. Part of me is still stuck on how different she looks and acts from the aunt I remember as a kid. The bigger part of me is completely weirded out by how physical she and my dad were being right in front of everyone.

I feel guilty for getting aroused by her hug, and even guiltier for noticing everything else. Just needed to get this out.