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Anais Nym  Come for the booty ๐Ÿ‘ Stay for the captions ๐Ÿ“ Faceless model ๐Ÿ™ˆ in NYC ๐Ÿ—ฝ Princess๐Ÿ‘‘ bookworm๐Ÿ“š single๐Ÿ’” self love ๐Ÿ˜ sex โž•ve

Do you live in a city or in the country? I'm normally a city girl, but I love getting away to enjoy nature and the quieter life. Today I'm so grateful to be going boating on a beautiful lake with some dear friends I hadn't seen in a while ๐Ÿ›ฅ๏ธ

Where are the men who are actively seeking relationships? As I was saying, it seems most men on various dating apps will not state that they want a relationship eventually when they find the right woman. The most I get is "I'm open to seeing what happens" (aka "let's have sex but if you fall for me, you're leading yourself on so I don't feel guilty about it"). I get a lot of comments about how I should just go offline to meet men - but these days, that's not really an option. For one, guys out in the world don't walk around with a "I'm straight and single" sign. For another, because of my work, I don't naturally meet many straight/single men. And I don't have friends who can introduce me to such rare creatures either. Bars aren't normally a place to go if you're looking for your future King either. So what are the options? I really feel like online and apps are all there is anymore. ๐Ÿ˜…

"I'm open to seeing what happens" - what does this mean? When I ask guys on dating apps what they're looking for, I always get some version of that statement. Have you used that line before? Can you explain what you meant by it?

Question, does ๐Ÿ† size matter? I have to answer this question with a yes and a no. As a woman with a particularly large booty, size is a legitimate issue. When his size isn't there, many positions just don't work. It leaves me feeling like I'm fat and unatrractive. I feel unsexy, and it's just not fun. But fundamentally, it's not about my booty size or his ๐Ÿ† size. There is no such thing as too big or too small - it's about how you fit together! I think we need to throw away our hang ups about ๐Ÿ† size, especially how some people link it to masculinity. Size alone doesn't dictate her enjoyment, or how much she cares. It's just one item on a delicious buffet of shared pleasure. That being said, it's okay to seek a partner that fits. We all have needs and preferences โ™ฅ๏ธ Just don't be a dick about it! ๐Ÿ˜

Looking for something to read! Fiction, fun, and easy. Something to read on my flight, and something I could easily find in an airport bookstore.

To everyone commenting that I'm too sad: relax, I'm okay! It's normal to self-inspect after some heartache. It's healthy, and productive. I find it interesting that many of you are misinterpreting my introspection with sadness. They aren't the same thing. In fact, I'm learning things about myself that will make me a better partner for my future King. I'm excited to act on these insights when I'm ready to invest in someone new. ๐Ÿ˜€

Ever return to a place and re-experience the old emotions you went through while you're there? I've been wandering around my old haunts in Montreal and I can't help to re-visit old hurts and insecurities. When I was living here, I was struggling with my self-esteem. My life was full of unknowns and uncertainties. My dog died. My ex told me he had gotten another woman pregnant. But it was here where I found my self-worth. Here where I started on a path to my career. Here where I discovered that I was desirable. Here where I opened up my Instagram and I created Anais Nym to explore another side of myself. It's so strange to see these familiar places and the ghosts of my past. I barely recognize who I was when I was last living here. It's made me realize how far I've come since then, and how much I never want to go back to where I was.

This one is hard to write because it's the one where I admit how flawed I am, and how I failed my ex-someone special. I think I took him for granted and let him do a lot of the work in the relationship. I never told him how much I admire him. I never reminded him that I cared. I failed in making him feel like he was more than just a lover to me. I was too busy thinking about what I needed and what I thought was missing from the relationship. I can't help but wonder now that if I had been more invested, more open, more affectionate, more appreciative, would he had stepped up in he ways I needed him to? I don't know. And just because I can admit I'm also at fault, it doesn't mean we could have worked things out.

My ex-someone special will probably be reading these posts, so I want to make this clear to him. I think you're amazing. You're smart, ambitious, successful. I've never been more attracted to anyone in my life. You're charming, silly, and fun. You self-reflect and improve on yourself. When bad things happened, you found ways to take them head on and became a better person for them. No one is more loyal to his friends than you. You were attentive to me when we were apart. You listened to whatever I told you. You appreciated all the pieces of me (except maybe my stubbornness). I loved the time we spent together. It felt so natural, so easy, so right. Your smell made me calm and happy. I cared about you. I'm sorry I didn't say it enough. I'm sorry I didn't tell you all of this before. Unfortunately, all of these things weren't enough to make it work for me. If we had lived in the same city, it would have been so magical. But that wasn't our circumstances. All of this to say, I wish you all the best in everything and I miss you already ๐Ÿ’” but it had to end ๐Ÿ’”

How do you know when to fight for a relationship or when to walk away? I'm really terrible at figuring that out and I always just resort to leaving. Last night I ended a relationship with a man I cared about. It's been ongoing on/off for two years, but long distance. I've already ended it with him a few times already, for different reasons. Once it was because he flaked on me when I went to visit him. Another time, we got in a big fight where he used my sexual history against me. The third time was because I just didn't want a long distance relationship. For some reason, he kept coming back to me. We were giving it another go, maybe a real go. We're very compatible when we're together. I was starting to feel that calmness in his presence that indicates I'm really into him. And he was clearly investing in me and I saw that he cared about me and respected me. But it wasn't enough. When relationships are long distance, communication needs to be a pillar. For us, it was often difficult. I also need the physical presence of a partner when I'm upset, stressed, sad. That's not something he could give me. We recently had another fight about boundaries that really made me hesitate. Finally, he was in town this weekend with his crew for Caribana. I knew I wouldn't see him very much, but he kept me waiting for hours when he said he'd come by, until I told him it was too late. Then he more or less disappeared and I didn't even know if he was still in town. He was. He told me he was ten minutes away and came over. That's when I ended it. It wasn't easy, and I've already regretted it ten times over. I almost tried to undo it a few times too. Finally, he left. Finally, it's over. And I think it was the right decision.

This one is for that ex-someone special who will probably read this one day. You told me you cared about me, but not enough to make time for me when you were in town. You said you didn't put boundaries on me, except for not letting me draw the lines I needed. You said you listened to me, except when I told you "you hurt me". You told me you would have done anything to be with me, except tell me that's how you felt. You said I didn't deserve you, and I don't. ๐Ÿ‘‘ (For context, remember how I said I was dating two guys, well, now they're both gone).

Men, do you talk about your feelings? Someone commented on my last post suggesting that I, like other women, are too emotional and he couldn't imagine living life like that. The strange thing is, I'm actually reacting in a very analytical way, while simply acknowledging my feelings. I fundamentally have difficulty experiencing my emotions because I can rationalize them away. I've been working really hard to be more emotionally present for myself and the people in my life. But it got me thinking, if I'm an example of an overly emotional woman, then are men even allowed to have emotions? I mean, I'm sure you all have them. The question is, can you recognize your emotions? Can you name what your feeling? Can you admit to someone that you're feeling that way? Can you express emotion in front of another person? (I have so much trouble with this last one too). I know there's a lot of pressure on you men to always be the epitome of stoic manhood and I worry about your well-being. I sometimes see how as women, we are more and more allowed to express our "masculine" sides (aka strength), but men who display any so-called "feminity" (aka humanity), they can be punished for it. So gentleman, just to let you know if you don't already, it's okay to feel your feels. It's not a sign of weakness. It's a sign that you're invested, that you care enough to be affected by something or someone. And that is the height of manhood ๐Ÿ˜˜

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