Dating
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
Thunders Down Under
My moment of absolute embarrassment dates back to long before the date even started. I met this guy at one of the most popular gay clubs in West Hollywood during a drunken night. He was tall, lanky to be exact, had shaggy, brown hair and very intriguing brown eyes; he was very much the type of guy who would catch my attention opposed to his surrounding buff pole dancers and muscular, blonde Adonis. His name was Nate. We spoke for about ten minutes before he had to leave to the next bar with his girlfriends. We exchanged numbers and texted for a few days before deciding to go on a date. It was on the day of that I started to get really excited and texted my best friend, telling her all about Nate. In the heat of the excitement, nervousness, and anxiety, my stomach started to act out in a completely opposite manner of its usual sluggishness, prompting me to run to the restroom as my bowels contorted inside me. Eleven minutes later and four knocks to the bathroom door of that coffee shop, all I could think was “Thank God for the air freshener the owner provided for guests!”
By Andrew Dominguez5 years ago in Confessions
My last first date
That is it! I am tired of horrible dates. What does a girl have to go through to find THE ONE?!! For God to really get me to pay attention, he made this date one never to forget. I know I asked for a sign, but good grief, I had no idea what I was in for when I accepted my last first date.
By Samaria Joyner5 years ago in Confessions
