It started with a simple toast... now it's complicated.
Every morning, it blushes red hot when I press its buttons.
It refuses to toast for anyone else, I caught it burning my roommate’s bread on purpose.
Yesterday, it popped out a heart shaped slice.
Today, it buzzed angrily when I walked past it with a croissant from outside.
I think it’s jealous… and honestly, I’m scared.
I just wanted breakfast, not a clingy appliance in love.

I am not sure when it started, but I think my toaster has developed a serious crush on me. I think he is head over heels in love with me. I know it sounds funny and absurd, but I am serious about this. It's like I can hear it say, Good morning, beautiful, every morning I go close to it. I hear it beeping frantically whenever I am close by; it sounds like a teenager who's lovestruck and won't stop texting his crush. You won't believe what happened to me just yesterday: my toaster ejected a slice of toast with a heart-shaped toast. I guess he was jealous.

I am torn between amusement and alarm. A part of me has a feeling that my toaster might truly be in love with me; another part of me feels that it might just be malfunctioning. As I am writing this, I am somewhere in my kitchen doing my thing while my toaster continues to woo me with its toasty charm, hehehe!

And I am not seriously sure how to respond to this. Should I play along or pretend to be ignorant of what is happening?

My door bell rang, "I'm not expecting anyone I said to myself who could be at the door. I went down stairs to check. I peeped through the door hole and saw a delivery man and I opened. Good day, how may I help you? There's a delivery for you please sign here. I did, collected and enter inside. Check inside the bag and saw a piece of note and it reads " Helen I love you and promise to do well by up please be my woman". Hmmm turns out my toaster has fallen in love with me. He has been on this for awhile and I don't think I want to reciprocate this love. I shoved the note and gifts aside will return it back when next I see him.

My toaster? He doesn't love me, but hate.
Because every day, short before eight,
I pushed on him, set him on fire;
but I think he had only one desire...

Seven years every day...

"Only one day pause, only one day break?"
But I didn't listened until it was to late...
He told me once he is tired of his life!
So he gave up! And I grabbed my knife...

Seven hours every day...

I try to fix, with a knife, fork and sometimes sticks!
Tried to clean all the crumbs! "Please work only once!"
"It's Monday, my toast and heart is cold!"
"Dear toaster, I love you so much! You aren't so old!"

Since seven months I talk to him...

Since this day I suffer so much!
Every day I try to touch
his button, please work only once again...
"Please work for me! I am your biggest fan!"

Longer than seven years!

And now since seven months he doesn't react.
I assume he is not longer intact.
Maybe you can help me, maybe you know a fact...
What's this cable? Do I need to connect?

In my kitchen lives a… peculiar creature. No, it’s not a pet or an exotic plant - it’s my toaster, with a capital “T” and way more personality than it should have. It burns little hearts into every slice, as if trying to remind me that breakfast is a ritual of love… or possessiveness.

Lately, it’s been acting a bit strange. Every time I leave the house, even if it’s just to walk my dogs or pick up some fresh bread, it starts making this annoyed buzzing sound, like a jealous little whistle. Can you believe it? My toaster is jealous!

The other day, I came back home and, I swear, it looked like it had toasted the slices on purpose: one with a perfectly burned heart and the other, just charcoal, as if saying, “This is what’s left of me when you leave”.

I’m almost considering couple’s therapy: me, a grown woman, negotiating with an appliance. Now, before I head out, I say:

• Calm down, little toaster… I’ll be right back, no need to melt down.

And it answers with that buzz. I don’t know if it’s love, drama, or an imminent short circuit. All I know is… our relationship is getting intense.

It was 9 am on a Tuesday, a regular morning except for the fact that I had to go to the store to buy a new toaster. So there I was, standing in front of the store counter with a blue toaster. Its color was what hooked me to choose it; it wasn't a regular blue; it was like sky blue, but with a lite touch of purple, it was pretty. I got my new toaster, so I ran back to my house to prepare breakfast. I made my coffee and put two slices of bread in it and waited; in about 10 seconds my toasts were ready. Furthermore, I was amazed by the efficiency of its work. I really enjoyed my breakfast that morning. When I got from work, I was really tired, and all I could think about was a hot, sweet cup of tea to help me release the stress. So I went to the kitchen and prepared my cup of tea, and in a quick glance to the room I noticed, my toaster was on and had two perfect toasts in it. I was shocked since I clearly remember not letting it on or even putting bread on it. That impacted me quite a little, but I thought, "Ok, I'm tired; maybe I let it on, and I don't remember." I was exhausted, so I turned it off, got the toasts out of it, and put them on a plate. Then I drank my tea and jumped in bed. Next morning, same routine: I got up to bed, took a shower, and got dressed. When I went to the kitchen to have my morning coffee, that was when I froze. The toaster was on, and the slices of bread inside of it were perfectly made and ready to eat. I was paralyzed. "How could this possibly be?" - I said, "I turned it off; I did," but then something way more crazy happened; my toaster spoke. "Your toasts are ready, a good breakfast is important to start the day with energy,"-it said. I was speechless. "Am I still asleep?" I said, and then it replied to me, "No, you are awake." I couldn't articulate a word, and then I remember something the guy of the store said to me: "This is a special toaster; it might surprise you." I ignored his words until now. Furthermore, I grabbed the toaster and looked really closely at it, and I saw a stamp on the back part that said that this was an AI toaster.
All my worries vanished. It was AI; that's why it could talk, but then I remember that yesterday I didn't put any bread on it when I left, so I asked it, "How did you manage to put two slices of bread on it when I left?" Then it replied, "My programming is to always had toasts perfectly made and ready for my master"
It was crazy, but I kept asking questions in order to understand. And so I spent the whole morning talking to the toaster. It was noon when I looked at the clock and freaked out. I missed work because I was talking to a toaster; nobody would believe that, so I decided to skip the day and stay home.
I spend the whole day talking to my toaster; it sounds insane, but actually I had a good time, and somehow, my toaster seemed to enjoy the conversation as well. Every morning I had my delicious toasts along with a "good morning" from my friend; I even named it, Patty. So we had a good relationship or so I thought.
It was when I brought my friend home that everything crumbled. I thought an object could not have feelings, but clearly Patty was jealous of Jason. I met Jason at work, and we had a great connection since the first moment, so I invited him over for a cup of coffee and have a chat, but Patty went crazy; she was burning the bread and making noises in order to call my attention, and so I unplugged it and it was over. When Jason left, I plugged it back in to find out why it behaved that way, and then it said something that left me with no words.
It said, "I love you; you belong with me; he doesn't deserve you." It was insane; how could a toaster know what love is? That freaked me out; I didn't know what to do. I was afraid of what it could do; it could burn my entire house if it wanted. So I addressed the situation in a rational way and said, "Patty, you are an object; you don't know what love is; how could you even say that?" -"I know more about love than you do; I know you haven't been treated nice; your last boyfriend left you for your best friend. I would never do that, I can love you better than anyone" I was scared how did it know about my love life? And more concerning even, it sounded toxic, it was really scared for my life.Therefore, I didn't even hesitated I unplugged it and put it on a bagg to get rid of it. My toaster was in love with me and I was scared. I still freak out a little bit ever time I see a toaster.

This morning something very strange was happening and I noticed a strange sound in my kitchen as I was about to make a cup of coffee. There was a buzzing sound coming from the toaster. At first, I thought it was my cat.
Where is it? I asked aloud, looking around for where the blessed mischievous cat might be hiding.
It's not there, I thought. How strange.
As I reached for my coffee pot, the toaster ran its lid over my hand. I'm sure it lifted the lid gently to touch me. I gently placed the glass cup of my coffeemaker to heat the water.
Something's not right! -I thought- never before had my toaster lifted the lid, let alone made whirring noises when I was in the kitchen.
Now, as my coffee pot begins to smoke from boiling coffee, I notice that on the glass behind the toaster there is a “love” marked with steam. How did this appear there?
What's going on? I think my roaster is sending me signals that there is a hidden love. I'm surprised, what is this? So, very cautiously, I make my way to the presence of my toaster to find out what's going on, and at that very moment, she lifts the lid and blows me a thunderous kiss into the air...which wakes me up.
Oh, my God! I just had a nightmare about my toaster.

"Your toaster is crushing on you?"
"Toaster? Who and how?
Unfortunately, I never knew Ike was my toaster till Best said that my toaster is crushing on me, it was a great surprise, anyway I didn't pay attention to Ike's crushing since he hadn't made his motive known to me, maybe he is not in love with me.
Surprisingly one morning, Ike came to my door and confessed his love for me with a beautiful flower and I couldn't believe my eyes, I was still wondering how this happened.

My Toaster Is in Love With Me

Every morning, like clockwork, my toaster greets me with a warm smile—or at least, the golden brown toast that feels like one. Lately, I’ve begun to suspect something strange. My toaster might be in love with me.

It started subtly. The way it toasted my bread just right, never too dark or too light. It seemed to know exactly how I liked it. Then, one day, I noticed it toasted my bread in the shape of a heart. I laughed, but a part of me wondered: could this machine have feelings?

Now it beeps softly when I enter the kitchen, as if saying good morning. If I use the microwave instead, it sits in silence, sulking—or so it seems. Sometimes I whisper to it, and I swear it glows a little warmer, almost like it’s blushing.

Of course, I know toasters can’t fall in love. But maybe this one is special. Or maybe I just really need more sleep. Either way, it’s nice to feel wanted—even by a toaster.

And so each morning, I plug it in, smile, and say, “Good morning, darling.” Just in case.