Dating
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Emily wasn’t the seductive beauty that she always saw in her sisters and often comparted herself too. She had more natural beauty, at least that’s how her mom described it. Emily was tall but not too tall, she was thin but not too thin, she was outgoing but not obnoxious. She was pretty but not beautiful… at least that’s how she would describe it. She had brown hair, but she always wanted blonde hair. She bought sexy business clothes but never wore them. She owned and collected a few dozen pair of Prada and Monolo Blahnik heels. Sadly, the only time they touched her feet was right before she set them on a shelf, for a life of forever loneliness of shoes perched in her closet from that point on.
By Donna Reimus5 years ago in Confessions
Family
I was driving as a job, actually loved this experience because I met so many different variations of people. One night I picked up this man, as I was picking him up I said to him, "You can ride up in the front if you would like. He replied, "Yes I would like that." I had picked up so many men, not a thought crossed my mind about it. As we were chatting on this 15-minute drive to his destination, I was amazed at how much chemistry we had. He had such a great sense of humor, I had not laughed with happiness in so long. It felt great. As I looked at the GPS the ride was coming to an end, I didn't want it to end but I was not brave enough to say anything either. We continued laughing as I was pulling up to his house my mind was racing through ideas to see him again. I had it, once we said our goodbyes before I ended the Uber. I sent a message saying "Phone number"?Hoping he got it. I went home and told my children that I had met an amazing man tonight that caught my attention. I told them "This is my guy". He is who I want. I had an incredible feeling about this. I wait for hours for a phone call. But received nothing that night. The next morning I will never forget 8 a.m. The phone was ringing, I never answered my phone in the morning or when I was half asleep. I answered It was him I was so excited. I woke my children up to tell them he called. I had a date and this felt so incredible, this was my guy, I never have felt this way. They say when you know; you just know. Two months into this relationship we were sitting outside on the front porch. He told me many of the obstacles that were in front of him. I took a deep breath wondering if I was strong enough for those obstacles. We went to bed that night and that was all I could think about. Can I handle this? I decided yes, I cared for him as I have never cared for anyone before. We had challenges for the next year, but I always said "We get the bad out of the way and the rest would be a breeze" Little did I know the following year was going to be my hardest, As I felt everything was finally coming together when we were sitting in the bedroom one night after all the obstacles we made it through, he was my best friend, love, my hope, and my happiness. He said to me "I need to go and I need to be by myself for a while, My own place". accepted all of these challenges, and I still stand beside him and respect his choice. I have no regrets. I hope he sees all of the things I have accepted and how much I love him. He gave not only me but my children the best two years we could ask for, I wait for this to be another obstacle to overcome. As we all sit here patiently and wait for him to come back home. Through all of these drawbacks and problems, I still see how much he has helped me and my family progress and we see how important he is and how he has helped us all become better people. We want him to overcome this obstacle and so we can be a family and finally see how much we have impacted each other's lives and how important one another is to each other. Throughout all of these drawbacks, I see how important he is to us and how he has shaped our family into the people we are today. How that has made us better people and in the end, I have no regrets. We want him to come back after this and finish what we started together.
By Lizzy Allen5 years ago in Confessions
Jilted
I’m not typically the type of person that has regrets in life, or made mistakes that stayed mistakes. Every little thing we do in life has an outcome that can either make us, break us, or bring about a change in us that can set or change the path of our futures forever.
By Shauna Paris5 years ago in Confessions
Manifest! Manifest! Manifest!
I worked nights, I slept late. It was summertime in Florida and it must have been the heat that woke me up. I was slippery with sweat. My window AC unit was dead. It didn’t matter. I just had the most electric connection with a woman that I had never even met. I’m not talking about sexting with someone on Tinder. This was literally the girl of my dreams.
By Mike Walker5 years ago in Confessions
A First Date
Jack scanned the restaurant from the maître d' station, assuming he could pick her out with ease. It was his very first foray into the online dating world, and after a month of messaging, they both had their vaccines and were ready to experience the real world again.
By Marcadimus5 years ago in Confessions
Embarrassment to Engagement
It’s September 30, 2019. COVID-19 is not yet a worldwide pandemic. Restaurants are open. The days are warm, but getting shorter. Zale (that’s me) is in a long distance, polyamorous relationship with a non-binary girl in Germany. He’s on Grindr, trying to get a good hook up. Someone identifying as non-binary hits him up and asks him out to tacos - it’s a Monday night, a weird day for tacos, but he’s hungry and this person is super pretty. His non-binary girlfriend says go for it - so he does.
By Zale Cook5 years ago in Confessions
Mojave Rain
He promised me coffee…not Starbucks (too stuck up he said), and not Dunkin’ (I have something better). He didn’t want to meet in the silvery light of a November afternoon, sipping drinks in the front seat of his Impala convertible. And he didn’t want to take a walk at any of the beaches that beckoned from Marblehead to Revere. No, for the first date he insisted on showing me his espresso machine and promised a perfect cup of Italian roast. He sang the praises of its masterful mechanism and offered to grind the beans for my pleasure. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I preferred tea, that my mother was British and I’d grown up on endless cups of Earl Grey and Scottish Breakfast, perfectly steeped, with a spoonful of raw honey. I didn’t share that my heart rocketed out of my chest when I drank coffee. Nor did I reveal that I’d never gone to a man’s house before meeting him first publicly. And I certainly didn’t add that the last time I even went on a date with someone I truly desired was two decades ago, when I danced to Springsteen’s “Love is an angel disguised as lust,” and wore skin-tight Guess jeans secured at the ankles with a row of my mother’s safety pins.
By Julia Bobkoff5 years ago in Confessions
“Blindly” ripped off
I am a big believer in soul mates and love at first sight, but I guess Todd* already knew that! Todd reached out to me on Facebook. At first, I was hesitant. I do not usually talk to men I do not know on social media. But Todd seemed different. Todd had suffered an accident many years ago that left him legally blind and he had a gorgeous puppy that was training to be his new service dog.
By Karen Stevens5 years ago in Confessions
The Worst Date, War
I step out of the restaurant, the chilly air breaking the warm bubble from around me. I draw in a sharp breath, hoping it calms my frayed nerves. I look down at the slowly spreading Merlot stain on my shirt, another bought of anger surges through me. Not only did I have the absolute worst date of my life, but now one of my favorite shirts is ruined. I forage through my disastrous purse for some sort of napkin or cloth, but my luck is sorely lacking tonight. I growl lightly to myself, and tightly shut my eyes, hoping to gain some semblance of sanity. My parent's disappointed faces pop into my head, cracking me further. Another tragic date for my parents to blame on my lack of… well everything. I run the events of tonight back, trying to pinpoint where I went wrong.
By Gigi Madzarovic5 years ago in Confessions
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
