Dating
The Land of Dreams and a Cheater’s Paradise
Four years ago, my life was at its pinnacle. I had recently completed my undergraduate degree with first-class honours, gotten my first managerial job at the age of twenty-two, and I was sure I had met the man I would spend the rest of my life with. I met him at work, and despite my rule of never dating a colleague, I fell for him. We embarked on what seemed to be a beautiful romantic journey. After dating for a while, we opted to move in together. That was my first time living with a man, but it was a seamless transition that prompted me even to introduce him to my dad. My father and I weren't and still aren't very close, so that was also a first. Though I didn't hesitate to tell my friends and family members about him, I hadn't declared our relationship at work. He would pick me up and drop me off half a block away when we commuted together. We would then greet each other at work as though we didn't spend the night wrapped in each other's arms. I felt like a teenager all over again and was undoubtedly having the time of my life.
By Donziikinz5 years ago in Confessions
It was the merlot
The day I met you you told me that you loved me. It wasn't in the words that you said it was the way that no matter what I had on that night, or didn't, that didn't matter to you. All you cared about was my eyes. I reclined the chair back and crossed my legs like a lady but the next puff I took out that cigarette could have been big enough for a grown man, but you didn't care about that. You just stayed seated in your upright position and kept staring at me. At first I didn't think much of it, I'm used to men staring at me but that weird vibe I usually get alongside the displaced stares I didn't get from you. But instead of thinking too much more into it I just layed farther back in my seat, of your car, right next to you. "Can you roll down your window please" he looked displaced like he's never seen a girl he didn't know be so comfortable in his car, which comes to find out later was actually a good thing. "You want some of this" I held up a bottle of Merlot with one hand and grabbing it by its neck like a dead animal I'd just killed. He looked displeased, "I'll pass" and just kept staring out the front window. I put the bottle down but now holding it in between my legs as I turned my body more to face him, only uncrossing my legs enough so the bottle would fit, and asked "what's your problem"
By K. Waterss5 years ago in Confessions
The Last Room
The Last Room It is a sunny spring Friday morning when Nancy, a young woman in her 20’s decided to leave the big city and move back to her hometown, Kingstown. Nancy has history in Kingstown and wanted to reconnect with her friends and family. As Nancy thought about the return to Kingstown, she considered an older house at the corner of Wesley Ave. A one-story home with a charming front porch. Knowing that it would be a lot of work to make it home, Nancy decided to buy it and fix it up herself.
By Nicole L. Marshall 5 years ago in Confessions
Love?
This is hell of cliché but here goes nothing. Dear life, Here we go again with this thing called life why is this hard and why are people so difficult why is life so dreadful but yet so flamboyance. Do not know about you but I just want to be happy in life so is it I do I make it difficult? am I difficult to love and be happy with? Let us have a talk about the most non-existing thing called love.
By Inez 💕5 years ago in Confessions
My Albatross
I “So, are you a foodie?” He asked, smirking as he took a sip of his whiskey. His appearance is quaint. He’s dressed up for today, wearing a red button down and dress pants. I’ve been on a date almost every day this week, and most guys have dressed pretty casually. He’s uptight; I can tell. I feel bad almost; my outfit is shit really. I should have worn a dress, but you know, hindsight is 20-20. I’m not sure what he meant by that. Am I a foodie? Does he mean do I like cooking, or does it mean if I like food? Who doesn’t like food? Someone who doesn’t like food might as well not like air. It’s just plain weird. His condescending smirk suggests that the question had a double meaning. I think he knows that it is a common question, but he’s probably said it to suggest I might not look how he thought I would. I replied, “Well, kind of… but not really. I’m good at cooking so I guess…it’s hard to dislike food if it tastes really good.” I gave an inviting smile, hiding that I found that question insulting. Why would he ask that... do I seem fat to you? I know we met on the internet but come on! Have some decency. You’re not so great yourself! At least please try to hide your inner thoughts for goodness sake.
By A. Laird5 years ago in Confessions
A Late Bloomer Part 3
I was in transitional housing waiting on my apartment to be finished. Before that, I was sleeping in my car after losing my job. All this was after Tara. I had moved so many times before so I was ready to call somewhere home finally. I had a cousin nearby and all because of him, I met her. I met Chelle at the end of what was the most difficult and confusing time in my life. She was on time but at the same time, she wasn't. I wasn't ready for anyone else to fall in love with me or vice versa. I had just really let the shit go with Tara. I still do not regret meeting Chelle tho til this day. Let's find out why shall we?
By Slim_Gem165 years ago in Confessions
our own weird
My dates don’t go as planned. I am an older man in the dating scene so I tend to get dates that are well interesting. One such date I am glad to reflect was very interesting. She wanted to drive herself to the restaurant so I thought "ok" she is independent so I also drove to the restaurant. I go in and find she had picked a table. I went over to see a woman that I did not recognize. She was still nice looking and sweet but heavy just to be nice. All the pictures I had seen where from 10 years ago. But I was a heavy dude myself I was not going to complain about something I have problems with myself. I give the waitress an order for 2 glasses of Merlot.
By Brody Payne5 years ago in Confessions
Cursed!
Looking back, i started dating earlier than i should have, earlier than i wanted to and it got in the way of things that used to be important to me. I lost my virginity when i was 15 yrs young (thought i was so mature and grown up) and it was honestly one of the most horrible memories i have. It was with a skinny, tanned guy that i had chased for weeks and thought he was gorgeous. I remember thinking that if that’s what sex is, i never want to have sex again. HAHA ohhh the wisdom of a 15 yr old.
By Emily Cole 5 years ago in Confessions
An Embarrassing Moment Turned Out Okay
As women we are taught that we can not fart in front of our loved ones. That we are not allowed to pass gas even though it is a very natural and healthy thing to do . It is something that every single person on this planet does. There is not one person that can say that they do not fart, not one person can say ,"oh I have never let out gas before. " That is a lie because if you are alive you have passed gas.
By Amanda J Mollett5 years ago in Confessions
Love Me Like This
He’s sat across from me. Of course this is the expected thing to do. In times like these. Proper I think it’s called. Proper, or pleasant, and not overly forward, sure. But, how can it be? Now there’s only one thing to save me from undisturbed eye contact with this new and uncertain human: refuge in the glass of wine I will order to set between us.
By Ella Olga5 years ago in Confessions
