r/FirstTimeKo

ang random beh nagtitingin ako ng TOOTHBRUSH tas biglang may narinig akong excuse me. akala ko nakaharang ako sa aisle or manghihingi sa akin ng directions 😭😭😭😭 pero may security guard na malapit lang sa amin kaya confused na confused ako sis bat di na lang si kuya doon oh

tas biglang "i think youre very pretty can i have your number or ig" amp at this point akala ko scam kaya nagbuffer ako in real time 😭 sobrang off ng vibe ko nung una like legit akala ko talaga bebentahan na ako ng something or ipagsisign ako to get a credit card or may susulpot na issaprankkk!!! 😭😭

binigay ko ig ko, pero di ko pinindot follow #fumbled nagusap naman kami kahit papano pero ang awkward beh then nung patapos na yung usap usap pinakita nya ig nya pero tangina teh pano mo maaalala yung username puro number naman 😭😭😭😭

ayon ang ending walang nasa inbox ni ate girl mo pero at least, same pa rin ang laman ng bank account #silverlining

I had a girlfriend last year, and before that, I had never been with a guy or even felt any kind of romantic attraction toward one. So this whole experience caught me completely off guard.

One night, I went to a party with a friend, and that’s where I met him. We started talking, and the conversation just flowed so naturally. There was something about the way we connected that felt different—easy, genuine. At some point, I realized I was actually attracted to him, which was new and confusing for me. By the end of the night, we ended up in bed together.

Since then, I’ve been trying to figure out what I’m feeling. I don’t know if it’s the beginning of something deeper, like falling in love, or if it’s just infatuation. All I know is that I’ve never felt this way before, and it’s both exciting and overwhelming.

What really stayed with me was how we parted ways. We took the LRT together, but we were heading in opposite directions—me going south, him going north. We stood on opposite sides of the platform, just looking at each other while waiting for our trains. I remember making little gestures, like pretending my head hurt or doing random things just to make him laugh. It surprised me because I’m not usually like that, especially not in public. But in that moment, I didn’t care. I just wanted to keep his attention a little longer.

I had such a great time with him, but when it came to reaching out afterward, I got really shy. Looking back, I know that was kind of a “torpe” move. Instead of messaging him myself, I asked my friend to reach out for me. My friend later showed me a screenshot of his reply, and he said he was a bit disappointed that I didn’t message him directly.

The truth is, I was just nervous. What we shared felt special to me, and I didn’t want to mess it up. I wanted whatever was between us to continue, but I didn’t know how to start.

I’m usually the type of person who doesn’t rely much on my phone—I can go a whole day without checking it. But now, I catch myself looking at it more often, hoping to see a message from him. It’s such a small thing, but it says a lot about how much this experience has affected me.

I also understand that our situations are different. He’s already working, while I’m still a student, so maybe that plays a part too.

Still, I can’t help but hope he replies soon.

BEFORE anyone comes at me in the comments, I need to lay it all out for you. My boyfriend and I almost lost our relationship because I had suspicions that he was intentionally hiding our relationship from people on his social media.

He has a much larger follower count compared to mine, and about 90% of the people he follows are women.

I asked him about it calmly back then, and he told me it was because he wasn’t ready to go public with me, so I respected that.

About five months went by, and I was getting ready to move into a new place to live alone, closer to my university. He started opening up to the idea of spending most of his days there with me (basically almost living together).

But I told him I couldn’t let that happen unless he was ready to go public with me. Two people sharing a space and calling it home is so intimate, and the idea that I was still hidden publicly didn’t sit right with me. So I told him this, and he said he couldn’t make that change for me, so I chose to break up with him.

A day later, I called to get a proper goodbye from both of us, and then he told me he didn’t want to break up anymore and was ready to make our relationship public, since, according to him, it meant more to him than his followers.

Days passed, and it was almost a month since we got back together. Then one morning, I decided to open his camera roll to AirDrop a few pictures we had taken the day before. I saw his hidden folder, so I curiously opened it.

Instead, what popped up was a screen recording of him hiding his story from more than 50 women on the day he posted me, along with intimate videos of him and other women. These were all from before we started dating, but what still made me angry was that they were still on his phone.

I also felt betrayed because he knew what being public meant to me. I let him into my personal life, and this is what he does. I asked him why he did this, and he told me that when we got back together, he wasn’t sure we would work out, so he basically wanted to keep his options open with those women.

So that same day, I told him to get out and take his things with him. At that point, I also felt like I needed to get back at him somehow.

I wasn’t the type to cheat. It was not at all in my character to cheat on someone who loves me and whom i love. But this guy lied to me in a way that was honestly hilariously predictable of him.

So I texted an old buddy of mine and had him over two hours after my boyfriend left. I hungout with him in the same bed I had slept in with my boyfriend in the night before, made him take a shower using my boyfriend’s towel, watched a movie my boyfriend and I were planning to watch, and also made him fall asleep next to me on my boyfriend’s pillow.

Honestly, I didn’t feel too guilty about it. Na enjoy ko pa nga yung company. Sooo yeah