Dating
My Summer
Has anyone ever told you, you look as beautiful as a Marigold flower? It may not be totally my place to say so, but it is honestly true! Especially because this is your birth season as well as that of this gorgeous flower I’m naming you after. I think that’s the reason you resemble one so incredibly much. Sometimes one can find it agreeable that you both are attractive (to friends as it is to the pest), loving, and crazily fun to be around.
By Tanto Scriptori5 years ago in Confessions
Marigold Flowers and the Perfume Counter
The day I paid attention to the marigold posters at the perfume counters, is the day I realized I was in love. I sniffed Carolina Herrera scent and wondered if he would sit with me on the couch during the day party this Saturday in NYC. I would cross my legs in my denim midi open front skirt, that hung above my ankles. I would wear a open cleavage button less silk blouse, with lengthy arms and wide cuffs, that hung under my fingertips and into my palms. I would block out all the noise and would pretend I was rich in knowledge, while basically speaking on the irrelevant. We would enjoy hot apple cider drinks, while lounging on a purple velour couch, with orange velour triangles and yellow circles. I would sway to the side, with one foot on the dusty, cement ground. He would slide his velour loafer across the cement and fix his fedora hat. Our gestures would indicate limitations and we knew as soon as we made it home, we would hide our flaws. I would clean my room and seal my lipsticks and mascara’s. He would make his bed and find his remote control.
By Tanea Hill5 years ago in Confessions
Marigold Match Making Choosing Sam Elliott Over Brad Pitt
Who has 350 close family, friends, and acquaintances? It always makes me laugh and wonder. Weddings, big money, big time arguments, big business for me. I’m known as the wedding planner. Guess I was too busy doing the deed for others that time escaped the window and here I am. Always the planner, never the bride. This nuptial, my current client, extravaganza will be New York Times worthy. Generational money comes together with this, I do, and I’m doing the event. I’m orgasmic that the stunning bride has given me the green light and it’s full steam ahead.
By pamela mayer5 years ago in Confessions
Betrayed by Bipolar
On Monday, February 24, 2020, I found out that my bipolar girlfriend of over eight years slept with a guy I thought was my buddy, back in August or September of 2016. When she told me about it, she tried to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal. “I have a confession to make,” she said, “when we broke up in 2016, me and Dumas (not his real name) fooled around a little.”
By Keggercast5 years ago in Confessions
Enemies to Lovers
DISCLAIMER: This is my OPiNIOn. I am human. I am biased. My word is not law. You can like or dislike whatever the heck you want. If you disagree with my review, that is completely okay. Then let’s both move on. I genuinely hope you have a great day.
By Wen Xiaosheng5 years ago in Confessions
Levels of Healing
From the outside I appear fine. But I am not present. I am constantly thinking about you. It sucks. I try to go about my day but you are constantly showing up and I am thinking of how much better situations would be if I had you by my side at this moment.
By Chantel5 years ago in Confessions
You Never Really Know When It’s Your Last Time … to Have Sex
I was married for nearly thirty years, and for most of that time, my husband and I had an active sex life. We went our separate ways when I was fifty-four, and shortly after, I got involved with a handsome, sexy man who shared Sean Connery’s devilish eyes, and his charm. But that relationship, fresh out of the death of my long marriage, didn’t work out. Committed to finding what I wanted and what I’d long been missing, I continued to date — and, eventually, fell in love with someone who I thought was the man of my dreams. Sadly, I didn’t know that he was essentially living a double life and would eventually choose her over me.
By Wendy Cohan5 years ago in Confessions
Mango
It's friday night and I am ready to have fun in downtown Manhattan. As the story goes, it all goes down in the bar at night. Tonight, I feel like dancing, drinking, meeting somebody new and having loads of fun. I am going lone-ranger tonight, as I am ready for an adventure.
By Genesis Smalls5 years ago in Confessions
Using Tinder Will Only Hurt You.
Tinder is likely to cause you more emotional pain than you ever experienced if you use it for real dating. When it comes to dating, I don’t understand for the life of me why people choose to use apps like bumble or even Tinder as their go to for romance and love. It’s evidently clear that when you read the description of the app on either Google play or iOS, that it’s labeled a casual dating service. I’m guessing they couldn’t use the word sex for marketing reasons but the idea still applies.
By Kyle Smith5 years ago in Confessions
