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5 Terrifying Real-Life Prom Night Murders That Will Make You Sick

Posted: 05 Jun 2016 08:00 PM PDT

Ryan Hyde
Ryan Hyde

As senior prom season is upon us, students from all over are ready to enjoy this timeless night that they will remember for the rest of their lives. Girls look forward to this day from the moment they walk into high school: fantasizing about the dress, nails, jewelry, shoes, hair and makeup. Guys look forward to drinking, booking a hotel and getting lucky.

Parents fear this prom night. A night that should be about creating memories sometimes leads to a dead end. On a night of underage drinking and unprotected sex, parents hope their kids make the right decision.

Sometimes, a night to remember can turn into the last night you live.

We've all seen the pre-prom DUI crashes that the local fire department recreates with the help of school students; it's something that we hope will never happen to us or our friends. But never do we fear, or even begin to think of the ruthless murders that could happen to us on such a joyful night.

These five deadly prom night murders will shock and absolutely scare you.

1. The Two Missing Teens

Carlos Rivera
Carlos Rivera

On May 3, 1969 15-year-old Debra Means and 18-year-old Michael Morris attended their high school prom in Mascoutah, Illinois. After a night of dancing and a bite to eat with friends, Means and Morris headed to a nearby strip mine for a swimming party. At around 2:30a.m., after enjoying some laughs by the pool, the couple said bye to their friends and started their drive home.

This would be the last time anyone would see them alive again.

On May 5, the two bodies were found not far from the mine. Police said it looked like the car had been forced off the road. Morris was found in the car, still wearing his tuxedo. He had a wound to the back of his head and was dead.

Means' lifeless body was found in the woods not far from the car. Bound and gagged with her own prom dress, she was raped and strangled to death. No one was ever charged with these murders.

2. The Rejection Murder

Like every boy in school trying to find a date for prom, 16-year-old Christopher Plaskon was trying to ask a girl out. He went up to 16-year-old Maren Sanchez and asked her to be his date. Sanchez turned him down. Enraged by the rejection, Plaskon told some of his friends that he wished she would die or just get hit by a bus. Nothing about that seemed strange to his friends. While he said horrible hypothetical things, he never directly threatened her life.

So no one said anything.

Instead of moving on and asking another girl to prom, Plaskon took matters into his own hands. The morning of prom day, April 25, 2014 at Jonathan Law High School in Connecticut, Plaskon found Sanchez standing in the stairwell at 7:00 a.m. and attacked her with a knife. He stabbed her over and over in the neck and torso.

Sanchez died as a result of her injuries. Plaskon was arrested at school and underwent a mental evaluation. He said that he was hearing voices in the weeks leading up to the murder. But most people believe that he killed her because he was upset that she didn't go to prom with him.

Plaskon is currently awaiting trial.

3. The Fallen Angel

17-year-old Jacqueline Gomez looked beautiful in her white, long sparkly dress. Her date, 18-year-old Eddie Herrera, picked her up. The two took some photos outside her house before making their way to prom at a hotel in Houston, Texas. On May 10, 2014 after the prom ended, the two made their way to a hotel room to get some alone time. They both drank whiskey and took hydrocodone pills. The two engaged in consensual rough sex, according to Herrera.

Herrera admitted that he strangled Gomez while having sex. Herrera passed out from the drinking and pills and woke up the next morning only to find Gomez dead. Without thinking, Herrera called his mother who had gotten them the hotel room, the alcohol and the pills. She rushed to the hotel room, dressed Gomez's nude body, and called the front desk to see if there was a hotel doctor.

There wasn't. The hotel staff called 911. Gomez was pronounced dead on-site. Herrera and his mother were arrested ten months later. Herrera was sentenced to 25 years in prison. His mother, Melissa Martinez is awaiting trial for providing drugs and alcohol to the underage couple.

4. The Four Murder Cold Case


On the evening of May 21, 2005 the students of Huntington, West Virginia were getting ready to enjoy a night of dancing and hanging with friends. Michael Dillon, 17 was attending his prom with his date Megan Poston, 16. After prom, the two attended a lock-in after-party. The young couple snuck out and ended up three miles away at a nearby house rented by Donte Ward, 19. Ward and his friend, 18-year-old Eddrick Clark, were having a joint birthday celebration.

An unidentified person or persons walked into the house and opened fire at about 4:30 a.m. A neighbor of Ward's said that her 12-year-old daughter heard a woman say, "Please don't shoot me, please don't shoot me."

All four young lives were taken.

No one was ever brought to justice for the murders.

5. The Outcast Teen

Most teens look forward to their prom; it's the end of an era, some say. You're saying goodbye to the past four years of high school and all the friends that you made along the way. You can't wait to see what the future has in store for you.

But there are some that don't feel that way.

Being in high school is already hard, but to be the outcast that everyone mocks or bullies can really change a person.

18-year-old Jakob Wagner was depressed by a recent break-up with his girlfriend. Fed up, Wagner took matters into his own hands. On April 23, 2016 Wager stood outside of his school's prom at 11:00 p.m.and opened fire with a rifle. Two students were shot walking out of the prom and survived.

An officer in the school's parking lot heard the shots being fired and rushed over. The officer fired at Wagner, hitting him. Wagner was taken to the hospital and later died. TC mark

Here’s All You Need To Know If Someone You Love Has Crohn’s Disease

Posted: 05 Jun 2016 07:15 PM PDT


You can study the medical side of it all you want. You can learn about all the different levels of intensity, the symptoms, the potential causes and the side effects. You can read up on the statistics and all the different diets and the treatments and the surgeries.

But they don’t care about that. The person you love doesn’t care if you understand the difference between active disease in the colon or active disease in the large intestine. They don’t care if you know exactly where they have inflammation and which medication does what for their body. They have these discussions enough with their doctors, nurses, pharmacists, pathologists, and hey, sometimes even therapists.

What they want from you is the kind of support that is more precious than steroids, infusions, surgeries, or pills will ever be: they just want you to remind them that they’re still normal, that they still have control, and that they’re not alone in this.

Crohn’s is a very isolating disease. For the most part, it’s an invisible illness, but it feels anything but. Sometimes there is rapid weight loss (or gain), swelling, scarring, colostomy bags or other results from surgeries, and general physical signs of exhaustion. But other than that, you could pass almost anyone on the street and have no idea what’s happening to them internally. And Crohn’s isn’t the type of disease that anyone is eager to talk about. No one wants to explain to coworkers or friends or relatives what exactly being “sick” or “having a bad Crohn’s day” entails. There’s a sense of shame, an embarrassment, an awkwardness. An aversion to talking about any of this, after always having to answer so many probing questions from medical professionals. So for the most part, we tend to keep all of this stuff to ourselves.

That’s where you come in.

You don’t need to cure their stomach pains, their digestion problems, their joint pain, their anxiety, whatever. You don’t even need to understand exactly what they’re going through (honestly, you never fully will). All you need to do is make them smile, make them laugh, make them feel like this is just something that they go through rather than something that they are. They don’t need any reassurance that “everything happens for a reason.” Sometimes they just need someone to hear them, someone to listen to them while they vent about all the frustrating parts of this, without trying to give advice or solve anything. They just need a connection, a warm hand, a comforting voice whispering reassuring things, like tomorrow will be better. No medical questions, no requests to rate your pain on a scale of 1 to 10. Just the familiar, heartening smile and look of someone they trust.

The moments in which you’re helping them won’t always be tender and sweet. Sometimes they’ll lash out, project their anger onto you, blow a fuse, temporarily lose their temper. You do not have to let this slide. In fact, calling them out on it, and refusing to let them get away with something just because they’re “sick” will only make them feel stronger and more normal in the long run. What they need to know, what they need to see, is that you love them, and you’re there for them, and you’ll support them in any way that you can. But they also need to see that you have faith in them, that you don’t pity them, that you don’t see them as fragile. That you’ll call them out the same way you’d call out any other regular person.

They already have a doctor, they already have a nurse, they know where to find just about any medical professional they need. What they need from you is to just be you, and to make them feel like them. Love them tenderly, hold their hand encouragingly, but look at them as if they’re the most invincible person in the world. It will work more wonders than you know. TC mark

12 Hitchhikers, Truckers, And Travelers Share Their Most Terrifying Stories From America’s Darkest Highways

Posted: 05 Jun 2016 07:00 PM PDT

via Flickr - Laurent Henschen
via Flickr – Laurent Henschen

1. Hitchhiking

In the late 70’s, my Uncle was studying medicine at the University of Chicago. After a morning class, he decided that he would hitchhike back home to Lincoln Park on the North side instead of pay for a taxi. A man drove up in a Plymouth Satellite and offered my Uncle a ride. The man looked normal and seemed friendly…lighthearted even, so my Uncle got in the car and they started driving towards Lake Shore Drive. However, once they got there, the man drove South on Lake Shore instead of North, towards Lincoln Park. My Uncle told the man he was going the wrong way and to turn around and head North. The man looked at my Uncle, put his hand on his knee and said, “No son, you are coming with me” and smiled darkly at him. My Uncle froze in panic, and when they hit traffic near the South Shore, he quickly unlocked the passenger door and ran away without looking back.

A year or two later on a cold December day, my Uncle was having coffee in a cafe with my future Aunt when he caught something on the TV that made his blood run cold. He saw the man that had picked him up from school that day the year before. He had been arrested for the suspected rape and killing of over 20 young men and boys. The man on the television was John Wayne Gacy. And he had removed the door handle off the passenger side door to prevent the men he picked up from escaping.

2. Bodies On The Highway

I was driving a shortcut from Twentynine Palms, CA to Albuquerque, NM. Twentynine Palms is located in the desolate high desert east of LA. The shortcut was all two lane road through total nothingness, except for passing through Amboy, CA. Amboy is a nearly abandoned town nearly as far below sea level as Death Valley, with a dormant volcano and lava field on one side and a salt flat on the other. It was also, at the time, a hotspot for satanic group activity.

So I was driving by myself in the afternoon. I stopped in Amboy and snapped a picture of the city sign, just to prove I was there to friends who dared me to take that route to I-40. I got back in my car and proceeded to drive up into the mountain range between Amboy and I-40.

Once I reach the top I am driving north through a canyon with high grass on both sides of the road. Up ahead I see some stuff in the middle of the road. As I approach I slow down to see a red Pontiac Fiero stopped sideways across both lanes, a suitcase open with clothes scattered everywhere and two bodies laying face down in the road, a man and a woman.

I stop a hundred feet or so away and the hair on the back of my neck is standing up. Being a Marine, I reach under the seat and pull out a 9mm pistol and chamber a round. Something seemed very wrong, it looked too perfect as if it were staged. An ambush? Was I being paranoid? Something was just wrong. Getting out of the car seemed unthinkable, it was the horror movie move.

As I scanned the road I saw a line I could drive. Pass the guy in the road on his left, swerve to the right side of the woman, behind the Fiero and I’d be on the other side. I dropped it into first gear, punched it and drove the line I planned.

I passed the back of the Fierro without hitting it or either of the bodies in the road. I continued forward a couple hundred feet and slowed down so I could breathe and let my heart slow down. As I looked up into the rearview mirror I saw that the two bodies had gotten up to their knees and twenty or so people emerged from the tall grass on either side of the road by the car and bodies.

At that moment my right foot smashed the gas pedal to the floor and did not let up until I had to slowdown for the I-40 east onramp.

I will never know what would have happened to me had I gotten out of the car to check on the bodies or stopped my car closer to them. Somehow I do not think it would have been good. Sometimes real life can be scarier than a movie.


Your Expectations Are Ruining Your Chances At True Love

Posted: 05 Jun 2016 06:00 PM PDT

Korney Violin

If I had to design my perfect man, I would go for someone who is 6 feet 3 inches tall, who is a little thick, dark hair, dark eyes, dark beard, nice teeth and a banging personality who can always make me laugh. He'd love to go out and have a good time, but he'd also enjoy staying in on the weekends every now and then.

I'd say someone like that is my dream guy, but I have yet to find that person and in all honesty, out of everyone I've been with no one has fit that description, and that's all right because I don't need that person to necessarily be happy.

I've been happy with people who are shorter than me, who have had blonde hair, who haven't had perfect teeth and who haven't had a beard because it's not about deciding who your perfect person is and only dating someone based on their features because you will set yourself up for failure.

By setting expectations you will often be let down when you come to discover that they are hard to find. Not every person you meet will be your exact dream partner, and that is something we have to be okay with.

Expectations can kill relationships before they even start. We fill our heads with all these ideas of what we want our next partner to be like. We only want to date someone if they are like this or that. Maybe we take our ex and find every single flaw we can find and resurface them for the whole world to see. We expose their weaknesses and say over and over again that we don't want our next relationship to be anything like that.

Honestly, you can draw up your dream man; you can spend hours and hours analyzing what he should look like and how he should dress. You can scroll through the Internet in hopes you find someone who looks like your favorite celeb. But the reality of all that is, we can't help who we fall for.

You can fall for someone way out of your league. You can fall for someone taller than you wanted or maybe shorter than you. You can fall for someone with blue eyes when all you wanted someone with brown. Life doesn't care about your expectations.

Life doesn't make sense, ever. You take what it gives you and sometimes that could be someone completely unexpected. Life could introduce you to someone and that person can flip your world entirely, for the best. We are who we are and our souls want what they want. We have to embrace life and love as much as we can because we don't choose who we love, it just happens and that is the beauty of it.

So instead of drawing up your perfect man and your perfect relationship, open your heart to all those who come along and touch it because you never know where love could bloom from next. TC mark

22 Brutal Dating Truths You Have To Accept If You Want A Shot At Lasting Love

Posted: 05 Jun 2016 05:30 PM PDT

1. If someone doesn't want to date you anymore, you're not right for each other anyway. You might as well move on to the next one.

2. Actions really do speak loudly, so if you’re being treated poorly, listen closely. Never overlook bad behavior, no matter how much you like someone.

3. People do change, but you can't count on them changing for the better, necessarily.

4. There isn't only one person out there for you or anyone. You're compatible with a lot of different people, and so is every person you’ll date. That can be a scary realization or a liberating one, depending on your outlook.

5. If you don't hear from the guy or girl you’re dating within an appropriate timeframe, don’t make excuses for them. Truth is, unless there’s an actual emergency, no word is generally bad word.

6. Even the nicest people can be total assholes sometimes. We’re all a mix of good and bad, and the best people out there aren’t always angels in relationships.

7. I’m sorry, but there’s no one on the planet who’s immune to temptation.

8. It's possible to cheat on someone you're madly in love with.

9. It's also possible to love two people simultaneously.

10. It’s even possible to love more than two people at the same time, in different ways. Most of us have a lot of love to give, which is a terrifying thought when you consider what it means about the object of your affection’s feeling for others.

11. Loving people outside your primary relationship doesn’t have to translate into sexual intimacy, but it can.

12. You're both going to fantasize about sleeping with other people sometimes, but that doesn't mean you care about each other any less.

13. If your sex drives are totally misaligned, it’s a serious problem—maybe not yet, but at some point one person will grow dissatisfied.

14. Faking orgasms is 100 percent counterproductive to establishing a fulfilling love life. So is faking pleasure in general, so don’t moan and groan just to make your partner feel better. Instead, find the courage to communicate your actual likes and dislikes in bed.

15. If you find yourself cyber snooping on your significant other or invading their privacy, you probably don't trust them. Pause to consider why you’re doing what you’re doing before continuing.

16. The only two people who really know what's going on in a relationship are the two people involved, so take every piece of advice you get from outsiders—even best friends and family member—with a grain of salt.

17. If you can't laugh together, forget about it.

18You might like the person you're with more than they like you for awhile because not everyone falls in love at the exact same rate. It’s okay to give someone you really like time to catch up and realize just how awesome you are.

19. It really doesn't matter who says 'I love you' first and you might just have to lead the way with the l-bombs, even if you don’t want to.

20. It's just as possible to fall out of love as it is to fall in love.

21 If they won't commit, it's because they don't want to. Not because they’re incapable of it.

22. If someone doesn't think you're worth exclusivity, one of two things is probably true: They don't respect you enough, or they're just not ready for a real relationship. Neither option is acceptable long-term. TC mark

21 Women And The Hilariously Wrong Ideas They Had About Male Anatomy

Posted: 05 Jun 2016 05:00 PM PDT

Daniella Urdinlaz
Daniella Urdinlaz
Found on AskReddit.

1. I thought men had two dicks—one for peeing, one for pooping.

"I truly, genuinely thought that men had two penises. One they peed out of and one they pooped out of. Apparently my childlike mind didn’t register a reason for men to have buttholes."

2. I thought men had two dicks—one for peeing and one for sex.

"Men do not, in fact, have two dicks: one for pissing and one for sexing. Six-year-old me was thoroughly confused when she saw her first anatomy chart."

3. I thought that penises were shaped like snowmen.

"When I was in second grade, we were playing with Play-Doh in class. One of the boys in my class built a snowman, then held it against his crotch like it was his penis to make his friend laugh.

Due to a lack of any other visuals (I’m a female), I thought for a very, very long time that penises were shaped like snowmen."

4. I thought that boners would feel harder.

"I knew a boner didn’t mean that some bone in their body didn’t suddenly pop up, but I just thought it would feel much harder…you always hear stuff like “I’m rock hard,” but it’s more of a fleshy, stiff feeling. But the first time I felt one, I thought to myself, 'Is he not into this? shouldn’t it be much harder?'"

5. I thought the balls were as tight and round as two separate ping pong balls.

"My only experience with men’s genitals up until the age of 18 was from carvings on the school desks. So, I imagined the balls sat directly above the shaft and were as tight and round as two separate ping pong balls."

6. I thought men had three balls.

"I thought men had three balls. The scene where Dr. Evil gets hit in the gonads, and counts to three. Took me giving a ball-sucking BJ to figure it out."

7. I thought semen was cold.

"I thought semen was cold. I figured because it’s a liquid, and you drink liquids, therefore semen is a drink and should be cold."

8. I thought each ball had its own sack.

"I thought each ball had its own sack."

9. I thought that boys were born with balls inside their body until puberty and then they 'dropped.'

"I believed that boys were born with balls inside their body until puberty and they 'dropped.' it was a shock."

10. I thought that blue balls could kill a man.

"That blue balls could kill a man, and that in order to prevent becoming a murderess, I had to alleviate any erection I caused. I believed this for years and years and years, because every guy I asked would confirm it. Almost like some bro code or something. And the Viagra commercials ('4 hours or longer') made me think it was true. I’m 27 now and recently learning it wasn’t fatal was mind-blowing."

11. I thought that balls were in front of the penis.

"Because of the way that kids draw dicks—usually two complete circles with a an oblong protrusion coming out of them—I thought the balls were in front of the penis for a very long time."

12. I thought boners just suddenly popped up.

"I assumed boners just suddenly popped up like nothing and then bam—hard-on. I wasn’t aware it ‘grew’ hard."

13. I thought boys pooped out of their penis.

"I believed that boys pooped out of their penis."

14. I thought the penis was for peeing and the balls were for sex.

"When I was a kid (maybe 7 or 8), I thought the penis was strictly for peeing and that the balls were for sex. I thought the balls were not connected to each other and that when you had sex, you picked one ball and put it into the vagina. I also thought each ball had a hole for sperm to come out. Because of that, I didn’t understand how threesomes with anything other than 2 girls, 1 guy worked, because with that each girl got one ball. I especially didn’t understand 2 guys, 1 girl threesomes, because that’s two sets of balls and one hole (or so I thought). I remember being super confused when I found out the peeing body part for guys was also the sex part, since girls had separate parts for that."

15. I thought that penises were constantly slimy.

"Till I was 17, I believed penises were constantly slimy. Like, that’s just how they were. I think it was probably because vaginas are a moist area. I know, weird one. LOL My friends and I still laugh about it."

16. I thought one testicle was for male sperm and the other for female sperm.

"Not sex, necessarily, but when up until I was 19 I thought that one testicle was for male sperm and one was for female. My family still doesn’t let it go and asks me and my girlfriend which one we’ll tie up first before having kids if we choose to."

17. I thought the penis was straight down between the legs.

"I always thought the penis was straight down between the legs."

18. I thought men had three penises.

"As a child I thought men have three penises. I think it’s because I used to bathe with my brother (five years older) until he hit puberty and I assumed the balls are thick smaller penises."

19. I thought men "boxed" their balls like little punching bags.

"The reason men had balls is that they used them for boxing, as in they would box their own balls to get practice. No idea where I got this idea from, I was in year two and insanely jealous that I couldn’t just bend over to do a little of my own boxing."

20. I thought men had two holes: one to poop, and one to have sex with other guys.

"When I was a kid, I used to think that men had two holes: one to poop, and one to have sex with other guys, which worked kind of like a vagina. I knew they couldn’t have babies, but I also didn’t know anything about buttsex. Imagine my surprise when I learned that they had penetrative sex with the poop hole."

21. I thought that boys were physically incapable of crying.

"I thought boys couldn’t cry. I mean physically incapable of excess tear production, not just 'too macho' to cry. I’d never seen my dad cry, never seen a boy cry, nothing. I just figured they couldn’t. It wasn’t until I was a teenager that I finally looked over and saw my daddy crying that I realized, 'Wait…that’s fucking stupid, of course males can cry. They have tear ducts, don’t they?'" TC mark

33 Men And The Hilariously Wrong Ideas They Had About Female Anatomy

Posted: 05 Jun 2016 04:00 PM PDT

Daniella Urdinlaz
Daniella Urdinlaz
Found on AskReddit.

1. I thought that babies came out of the anus.

"I thought that babies came out of the anus. The only thing I thought a vagina was for was to pee."

2. I thought girls had their periods out of their tits.

"When I was in 4th grade I thought girls had their periods out of their tits. Don't ask why."

3. I thought women had huge cocks.

"When I was probably 11, I accidentally stumbled across a website with am album of women with huge erect penises ('women' is probably the wrong term, don’t kill me). And the website referred to them as 'cocks.' So, for a few years I thought men had penises, small ones like the one I had, and women had 'cocks,' huge monstrous penis-looking things."

4. I thought women peed through their butts.

"I thought women peed through their butts."

5. I thought that women had a third nipple where their vagina is.

"That women had a third nipple where their vagina is."

6. I thought the hole was further up.

"How far back the hole was. I thought it was way further up. I was always confused why some people 'went into the wrong hole.' Now it makes sense."

7. I thought that since they had lips, vaginas looked exactly like a mouth.

"I used to think the vagina looked exactly like a mouth. I had heard that there were lips down there, so naturally that’s what I pictured."

8. I thought women pooped out of their penis.

"When I was younger I thought women had male genitals and the roles were reversed. So I thought women pooped out of their penis."

9. I thought women peed from their vagina.

"I thought that they urinated from the vagina. It was actually an interesting tidbit when I found out that they don't."

10. I thought the vagina was a tiny hole, as if you punctured the skin with a screwdriver.

"When I was a kid, my mum told me the vagina is a hole in the crotch area. When I thought 'hole,' I thought it was literally just a tiny hole, as if you punctured the skin with a screwdriver.
Boy, was I wrong."

11. I thought women had three identical butthole-esque holes.

"I thought they had three identical butthole-esque holes in their butt one for pooping, one for having babes, and one for peeing. I also thought dicks had pores from which sperm would come out of on the sides because the other hole is used for peeing."

12. I thought women had five secret holes that they couldn't show men.

"That women had secret holes they couldn’t show men. Like, 5 of them. Didn’t learn the truth until I was 11. Also thought they peed out their butts.

13. I thought that women could produce milk from their breasts all the time.

"I used to think that women could produce milk from their breasts all the time, not just during pregnancy. So I was always shocked and slightly baffled as to why I’d see women go to the shops to buy milk. I used to think: 'Why don’t they just whip it out and squeeze some milk out onto their cereal?' It was mainly an economic thing playing in my mind—why spend a pound or so on a pint of milk when you have a perfectly decent supply of your own which is available for free?"

14. I thought women peed from their butts.

"Women pee from their butts."

15. I thought vaginas looked just like assholes.

"When I was a kid I thought vaginas looked just holes. Like assholes. Just…a hole. When I saw a vagina the first time I was a little grossed out. It looked like someone mutilated that hole."

16. I thought women gave birth through their ass.

"That women give birth through their arse. I didn’t learn the facts till I was 13."

17. I thought girls had a second set of nipples on their butts.

"Oh man, when I was younger I thought girls had a second set of nipples on their butts….shudders."

18. I thought you peed in the girl to get her pregnant.

"I always thought you peed in the girl to get her pregnant. Like I legitimately thought that you’d slip that bad boy in, empty your bladder, and next thing you know, a baby is on the way."

19. I thought girls peed out of their butts.

"When I was in preschool I thought girls peed out of their butts and that’s why they always say down when they went."

20. I thought that vaginas got hard.

"I thought that vaginas got hard."

21. I thought that vaginas were filled with gooey, caviar-like beads.

"I thought that vaginas were filled with gooey, caviar-like beads. I believe this misapprehension traces back to a 20/20 episode from my pre-adolescence which featured a story a doctor who would perform vaginal examinations without gloves. The mental process from that to 'caviar jelly'-filled pussy is lost to the dustbin of history, but it stuck with me until the first time I saw pornography."

22. I thought women had two or three vaginas.

"For a while I thought women had 2 or 3 vaginas. The reason why I thought this was because I saw porn at a very young age. There was a woman that was getting DP. I instantly thought that this woman had 2 vaginas. All of a sudden, a third guy shows up and also gets in on the action. Now that I know better, what I saw was 2 penises going into 1 vagina and 1 penis going into the anus."

23. I thought pregnancy just miraculously happened.

"When I was a little kid, I thought pregnancy just…happened. Like, you get married, then if you are lucky and God deems you worthy, the woman magically gets pregnant. I assumed that’s why people called it a miracle and all that. And when a woman gets pregnant out of marriage it is God's accident. I was kind of dumb as a kid."

24. I thought the clitoris was inside the vagina.

"Definitely thought the clitoris was inside the vagina."

25. I thought women pee from the same hole you stick your pee-pee in.

"That women pee from the same hole you stick your pee-pee in."

26. I thought babies came out of a woman's belly button.

"My mom told me that babies always come out of a woman’s belly button. I didn’t learn the truth until I was about 13."

27. I thought the vagina was a hole in the front like a socket.

"I thought that since my cock when hard clearly needed to be inserted straight into a woman, meaning their vagina was a hole in the front, similar to their belly button, kinda like sticking a plug into a socket."

28. I thought women's nipples were like little erect dicks.

"Jokingly asked a girl in middle school what got hard when they were horny, then spent years imagining women’s nipples as little erect dicks."

29. I thought girls didn't have any genitals.

"Until I was about 6, I thought girls legit didn’t have any genitals and when they sat down to use the bathroom it was because one hole took care of all the business. All of it.

30. I thought women didn't poo.

"I used to believe women didn’t poo until my first girlfriend took a dump on my chest."

31. I thought girls' poop only comes out during their periods.

"Around 7th grade I had a close girlfriend of mine go into full detail explaining that girls do not poop and that all of their waste comes out during their periods. Turns out they poop. I think."

32. I thought women had one long continuous boob.

"That instead of two boobs, women had one long continuous boob."

33. I thought girls had penises, too.

"Well, the first time I took a girl's pants off I wondered why she didn’t have a boner, too. Then I realized that girls don’t have penises. I’d like to say that I knew that ahead of time, but clearly I did not." TC mark

15 Guys Reveal The First Thing They Look For When Meeting A Buddy’s New Girlfriend

Posted: 05 Jun 2016 03:00 PM PDT


1. “A good, warm laugh. If she can show up and immediately start having fun with everyone, she’s got my approval.”

–Ben, 25

2. “I just watch how my friend behaves around her. If he’s relaxed and having fun and doesn’t seem anxious and she just lets him do his thing, I’m all about her.”

–José, 23

3. “There’s always gonna be that one tool who says something about boobs or an ass. But most of us are just interested in getting to know her and making sure she seems like she cares about our friend and will be a good fit for him.”

–Nyle, 27

4. “Smart, friendly, good sense of humor, genuine smile.”

–Drew, 26

5. “I don’t care if she’s super shy or quiet in the beginning, but I at least want to see that she can carry a conversation like a normal person. You know, eye contact, not looking at your phone, all that stuff.”

–Carl, 29

6. “Good teeth.”

–Marc, 30

7. “There’s nothing specific that I look for but here’s what I hate: whining, too much makeup, Snapchatting every damn thing, and drama of any kind.”

–Preston, 24

8. “I’m always impressed if a buddy brings a new girl around and she can just walk around and socialize without needing to be standing next to him or clinging to him the entire time. If she just goes off on her own and introduces herself to people, I immediately like her.”

–James, 30

9. “Just someone who laughs a lot. Nothing is more contagious than that.”

–Danny, 25

10. “My best friend brought this new girl to a wedding we all got invited to, and she spent so much time talking to everyone individually and asking questions and remembered everybody’s name and we were all really impressed with how warm she was.”

–Michael, 31

11. “I always appreciate it when I meet a new potential significant other who’s just really natural-looking and doesn’t wear a lot of makeup (or any at all).”

–Scott, 22

12. “Nice face, especially eyes.”

–Jared, 21

13. “My buddy’s new girlfriend came out to meet us all for beers and apparently she had just been to the gym and she showed up in gym clothes and messy hair and no makeup and had a few beers with us and it was just great to see her relax and goof around and have a ton of fun with my friend.”

–Chase, 24

14. “All I want for each of my friends is to be with someone who they can act like themselves around. That’s really the only selling point.”

–Spencer, 28

15. “Honest, genuine, real, funny, kind. Cute doesn’t hurt.”

–Rob, 32 TC mark

Maybe I’m The Right Person Picking All The Wrong People

Posted: 05 Jun 2016 02:00 PM PDT


You know those GIFs where a girl just takes two steps forward and then a plank of wood comes out of nowhere and hits her in the face? That's what my love life is like. I keep walking planks I don't even know are there and getting smacked in the face.

There are times when I just know I have picked the absolute wrong person to like. I can admit that. They have commitment issues or they're huge flirts or they have like thirty secret girlfriends and eighteen hands. But I swear it's not even that I pick them exactly; it's more like romantic quicksand. One day I wake up and realize I'm up nose deep in dirt, flailing hopelessly for someone just out of reach, and there are no oars in sight.

The next part, the staying, is my fault. Because I just let myself get sort of cozy – too comfortable – watching that unavailable person from across the room. Until eventually something happens, like the guy says the word "my girlfriend" just as I'm telling people how he collapses his head on the desk when he laughs at my jokes or he collapses his head at another girl's joke and I'm forced to realize he's just a weak-necked bastard. Point is, something happens that unburies me a little. And just as soon as it happened, it's over. He leaves or I leave, and the crush comes to a crashing end like a bucket of cat-sized pebbles raining down from the ceiling.

When I studied abroad in Ireland, I lived with two Irish guys. One was super cute and nice; one was annoyingly handsome and arrogant. Guess which one I liked? Let me reiterate, I did not choose this. He was just always in the kitchen when I was, ranting about something or other and cooking salmon in my pan, which was oddly sexy. We'd talk about random, mostly stupid, things, but Lord did we laugh a lot. To top it off, the first time I met him he was facedown on the floor, hung over as hell, and murmuring that he was pretty sure he broke his hand. When I asked how, he said he punched a fire hydrant because he was thirsty and hoping a good hit would cause water to burst out of it. That was probably a lie and not the point. The point is there was a lot there to like.

On the other hand, he teased me often, in a cute way, but also in an incredibly patronizing way that demonstrated how much smarter and cooler he was than me. He found multiple occasions to drop in his GPA into our conversation. If anybody else was around, we were strangers, reminiscent of younger days, when boys that liked you basically punched you in the face and told you how ugly you were if any other five-year-olds were around. There was a lot not to like too. Yet by the end of two months, I was hooked. I strolled around the common room in skirts and red lipstick just waiting for him to walk in. And then it was ending, as I knew it always would, and yet still it felt that damn plank of wood coming out of nowhere. The plane ride home was just me sobbing while watching Inside Out. And still, whenever Handsome Ex-Roommate pops up on Facebook, there's a sinking feeling in my stomach, and I realize maybe you never really get out of the quicksand. Maybe you just swallow some and keep on keeping on. And I did. I came home and fell for a co-worker who had a girlfriend who like a young Sharon Stone. Life is not fair – not always. I've been alone for a long, long time and I'm still not good at it, and crushes more often than not have crushed me entirely.

But you know what I like about a crush? That it implies action, that it's a doer sort of verb. So, fine, whatever. I've never been in a real relationship. But I think there's this misconception that there's only one type of love. I think love has shades to it. And if I've only felt the light pinks or corals of it, I'm okay with that. It means I'm saving up for the deepest magenta thing you've ever seen. And maybe I deserve more than a work crush, a guy in an open whatever, or a too-handsome roommate with an equal affinity for salmon and derogatory comments. But honestly I'm okay with just that – for now. Maybe all this is just training for the worst workout my quads and heart will ever experience, the kind of love that will lead me dehydrated and knobby kneed and heart aching. If that's the case, I'll keep training, keep chasing, keep on keeping.

Maybe I'm just the right person picking all the wrong people; or I'm a wrong person picking too many Mr. Rights and I need my right type of wrong and if you're confused I think that's just the point. There is no clear answer, no clear right or wrong. Point is: I think connections and relationships are double digit letter words with confusing "shun" spellings for a reason; they're more complex than they let on, long and tricky with a surprising amount of vowels. I think taking wrong turns and getting lost is part of the fun. I'm in no rush. I can afford to get a little more lost, drive to a few more dead ends. I know I'll find my place, my person, eventually. I'll keep walking on planks. I can swim. And I have a big head that can afford a few hits. TC mark

Don’t Do Anything That Doesn’t Give You Butterflies

Posted: 05 Jun 2016 01:00 PM PDT

Aral Tasher

Don't do anything that doesn't make your heart pound and head spin with emotion. Don't do anything that doesn't send your stomach into knots thinking about it, with a healthy mix of fear and excitement. Don't do anything that doesn't make you giddy with word vomit because you can't control yourself. Don't do anything that doesn't give you butterflies.

Once you start doing things that don't give you butterflies it means you aren't passionate about it, or as passionate as you should be. Doing things that don't flood your body with tingles means you aren't nervous and you don't care as much as you could.

When you start doing things you don't care about, whatever it is, it loses its value to you. It loses its value and its importance. It becomes another thing that you have to do, it becomes routine, and it doesn't become something that makes your knees knock with excitement.

Nerves are good. Let the nerves guide you because nerves mean you're heading in the right direction. It means you're about to break out of your comfort zone; you're about to do something that makes you afraid to fail. It's an exciting part of life.

So please, don't do anything in life that doesn't give you butterflies.

Don't be with someone who doesn't fill you with pleasure to the core, especially from the start. Don't force a relationship because you're lonely or you're tired of being on your own. Those relationships won't give you butterflies, they won't make your stomach turn, and they won't have you jumping up and down waiting for him to come pick you up at the front door. It won't leave you up at night texting when you should have gone to bed hours before. It won’t leave you trying on everything in your closet because you want to make a good impression.

And even when you are in love you still shouldn't be with someone who doesn't give you butterflies and who doesn't make you giddy with excitement, even after months and years of being with them because love should never be boring. Of everything in life that might be boring, your love and your relationship shouldn't be.

I get that routine becomes part of life; we get in habits that are hard to break. We get set in our ways. We do things because they're easy and they're convenient, but do not make your relationship one of those things.

Surprise each other with breakfast in bed, take each other out on date and buy flowers. Go to a drive-in movie like you used to do when you were younger. Go ice-skating in the park when the snow is falling. Try new things in bed. Do whatever it takes to keep to love alive, but get butterflies in your stomach because you are so passionate about each other.

Don't waste your time participating in activities you aren't wildly zealous about because then you will never give it your all. You won't want to be there and you won't care how things turn out.

Don’t live somewhere you hate because you’ve always called it ‘home.’ Don’t spend time with people who you aren’t excited to see, even after not seeing each other for a while. Don’t work a job that makes you miserable because you don’t know what else you’d do.

Make moves. Explore. Wander off. Go on an adventure. Become who ever you want to be. The possibilities are endless in this world.

The only thing I ask is that no matter what you do in life, please don't settle for anything less than butterflies.

Don't do anything you're not passionate about because when you don't have passion, you have nothing. Don't do things out of obligation. Don't stay in relationships because you're comfortable or you feel trapped. Break free. Live for you. Make yourself happy. Figure out what gives you butterflies and stick with it, and never let it go. TC mark