Dating
The year of the Hoe
There was a good solid year where Tinder was my go to for meeting people. I was working 70+ hour weeks and I was lonely, drinking myself into a depression. So naturally when I’m at the bottom, I tend to dig a little deeper. And boy, did I sure dig myself into a Tinder hole.
By Lauren Dee5 years ago in Confessions
The Formality of Dance
The Formality of a Dance I’ve got to believe women invented dancing, men don’t have that kind of freedom in themselves, and formal dances like Homecoming and Proms couldn’t of come out of the mind of a guy. The fear I had was almost to much to handle, sure I was interested in females, but generally from a distance. And it started early for me, I got invited to a Homecoming my freshman year and how does a guy say no to a girl, unless of course it’s your sister, and she doesn’t really count.
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
Butterflies of Shattered Things
I love the Ocean beach in the morning. Especially that one summer a few years ago with Jake. The summer I couldn’t sleep until we left, counting down every hour until we finally made it to the airport. Landing to the long awaited white sandy beaches and the clear blue waters.
By Deborah Walker5 years ago in Confessions
Before the Fall
Hari had been three hours late for our first date. There had been no apology. There had been no hello, either. There was only a phone call that began “… before you start ranting at me, let me explain…” He instructed me to travel to Russell Square after making me wait so long, which I grudgingly did. When I got to the station, my phone rang. It was him. He was standing on the other side of the road, but I did not immediately see him. I saw two old men. He said the two old men were Indian, like him, and that he was the other Indian guy, implying I was race blind. The two old men were both white. He had a hang up about race that I never fully understood. When we first began talking after meeting online, he had said he wanted to talk to me on the telephone but said he hoped I didn’t mind his thick Indian accent. I said, “of course not”, while feeling very confused. If he was born in London, why would he have a thick Indian accent? When he did eventually telephone me, there was no Indian accent at all. I never mentioned it, and neither did he.
By JoJoBonetto5 years ago in Confessions
Dream Date
Life has a habit of teaching you lessons when you least expect it. What can appear to be slight and insignificant can have lasting effects. As a bartender in Los Angeles I could have sworn that there was nothing I have not done and seen both on the job and off. Wild brawls and late night romps while working behind the bar proved to be great for tips which helped me make rent and splurge on extras. I love my job and the people and experiences it has brought me. Each night is a new adventure and last Friday night was no exception. I work at the “Love Boat”, a trendy hipster bar in the heart of Downtown Los Angeles. Originally, I had applied to a security position, however once I showed up to the interview the manager took one look and me with exploitation in his eyes and decided my six foot three inch self might do better behind the bar. I can’t complain, as a single man in my mid twenties I am not about to turn down any opportunity to meet women.
By Las Matamaridos5 years ago in Confessions
My dream date
looking nervous and innocent, behind the bar at my new job, I arrived in Darwin only days before. I noticed this fine specimen of a man. He was a hot ruggered cowboy. As I peered over to him, I noticed he was standing there smirking at me, as the night went on, I noticed he didn’t take his eyes of me! The mysterious man had blonde hair and blue eyes and muscles, wearing a sleeveless flannalete shirt and tight blue denim jeans. He was rough around the edges and the most Devine man I had ever seen. We didn’t speak but held constant eye contact all night.
By Jodie Wooden5 years ago in Confessions
Gaslights Illuminate Manipulation
I wish more people understood what it feels like to believe they are truly losing their minds. I mean this in a very literal sense. Not that I want people to suffer like I am suffering, but just that they understood that the obvious solutions aren't always as easy as they may seem.
By Wendy Sanders5 years ago in Confessions
When Love Is Not Seen But Felt
"I can do this. I can do this. I can do this." Was the mantra I had repeated to myself in my head from the entire hour I spent getting ready for the evening, all the way up to until I pulled up to the restaurant in the backseat of my taxi that had picked me up outside of my apartment. I was hoping that the car ride would've settled my nerves but the moment I walked up to the front door my anxiety had completely amplified.
By Olivia Dell5 years ago in Confessions
Vanilla Bean & Cherry
Are we akin cherries? We may reside in the world on our own-- or be connected to another by a long, thin stem. Many admire the pair, however, the one that ventures alone is just as sweet. Each has a hard center that keeps it strong and whole. However, in the end, each will vanish eventually. Do we bother to stay grasping to the other or do we seek the sweetness of being unfettered?
By Annmarie Gomez5 years ago in Confessions
