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COMPLIMENT PEOPLE.

let me set the scene: it’s 7:45 on a Tuesday night, you are listening to your peers perform their musical pieces they’ve been working on. Next up is your friend who’s been practicing a duet with his buddy from the local symphony who you’ve never met. Your friend—the pianist—adjusts his chair as the cellist tunes. You’ve never met this cellist before, but he looks familiar. He’s the only guy in the room wearing a suit—other than you, sitting in your half-wet bathing suit from your earlier river adventure. Wait, is the cellist wearing palm tree and coconut socks? Yes, he is. They are playing through the piece when your phone rings, it’s your roommate! You quietly exit out the open side door and situate yourself in the little patch of violets outside, listening as your roommate exclaims her excitement about the art she just made for an event you’re planning. You finish your phone call and wait patiently for the performers to finish… you stare at the coconut socks. They strike the last chord and you applaud from your violet patch outside, waiting as to not interrupt their moment. They receive feedback from the professors and peers, and another student gets up to perform…. You’re still thinking about the palm trees… After it is all over and you’ve finished stacking up a few chairs you make your way over to the cellist and grab his attention. “I wanted to say earlier, I love your socks.” He looks up excitedly, smiling, “I was waiting for someone to notice, you’re the only one who did.” You and the cellist converse for 20 minutes or so, introducing each other and getting to know the history behind the palm tree socks. It’s getting late, and you’ve both places to be, “I’d love to continue our conversation later.” You flash him a smile and hand him your phone, ”here, put your number in.” He takes it and starts typing, pausing to finish his thought, “I’m glad we met,” he smiles “Me too,” you smile back as he hands you your phone. ”Text me so I know it’s you?“ he asks. Later that evening, after he leaves and you finish practicing, you pick up your phone and text him. “It was a joy meeting you today, maybe we can go for a walk or grab lunch sometime? I can show you my cool socks.” you hit send. “great to meet you, too, how’s Friday?” “it’s a plan:)” All because of a pair of socks.,

@mirche

Apr 30, 2025

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Falling in love w/ me bc of this app

What’s That? Oh, we both love steely dan and hate cyclists that wear the little outfits ? (Not bc we hate the fit- we do, we just hate that they give you a dirty look when they roll through a stop sign and it‘s your turn to drive more) it starts with you liking one of my recs (obviously), then, feeling generous, I like one of yours that’s either a micro-complaint or link to a specific, hard-to-find performance of an ethereal 70s jazz singer. We follow each other back and… the rest is history as they say… And by history I mean we dm on Instagram nightly until eventually we meet people that live on our own coasts and our flirtation becomes merely a memory But a beautiful one at that

@cowgurlclaire

Jan 26, 2024

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LOVER BOY

This is the photo that I stare at longingly as we talk on the phone. I miss him terribly right now. We met outside of a funny little bar (Avant-Garde in Ottawa) during a break in sets where everyone was smoking outside. I actually came to see his friend’s band but he and his friends were absolutely tearing up the dance floor. I decided to go up and talk to the cute ginger boy (lover boy, Cam) and the goofy guy from the band (Noah) and they told me about a DJ set Noah was doing the next Friday. Cam never got my number so I had to go, obviously. He finally got my instagram (make better choices, ask for their number) that night and I dmed him and asked what he was doing the next day - he was going to read on his balcony. I’d learn later that this man is a very avid reader (love). I asked to join and that was our first date! He’s the first person to ever cook for me, and he even set me up on a chair and with a baguette with olive oil and balsamic vinegar. We dated for the rest of the summer, about two months, then I went back to school in a different city and we parted ways. He thought we’d never talk again but I hit him up whenever I came back to town and even asked if he’d like to spend a couple of days cooped up when I was back on winter break. He said yes and we drank wine and watched good movies and ate grapefruits. That weekend together brought us really close. I wasn’t in Ottawa the next summer but I did spend two weeks completely alone in Kakabeka Falls between forestry contracts in Northern Ontario. Those weeks I called him most days for hours despite us not having really talked in months. Then I came back to Ottawa for an internship this September. I’ve always been really weird about relationships, so I told him I just wanted to be friends. So we were, but also we would *platonically* share the twin bed I had at the time when it was late and I didn’t want him to spend exorbitant amounts of money getting home. He actually told me he wanted to be with me in October, but I was scared and said he wasn’t what I wanted. We stayed friends. December 21st I wanted to go see my favourite local band (Baby Richman) back at Avant-Garde. They have a super psychadelic sound and one of my roommates gave me shrooms to take. I was supposed to go with my other roommate, but she cancelled last minute. Not wanting to lightly trip alone in public, I invited Cam. The night was great, but when the music ended I didn’t want to stay out. I wanted to lie in my soft bed, feel my soft cotton pyjamas, and look up at my twinkly lights. Lying on my bed with Cam, we talked for hours. I cried at how beautifully he described his family’s Christmas traditions. That night I realized just how much I want to be an integral part of his life. We were a year and a half in the making. He is wonderful. He’s funny, incredibly smart, and inspires me to improve every day. He also always stuck around, despite many efforts to push something so good away. I am so lucky to be reunited with him in July.

@persimmons

May 26, 2025

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