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Little ventured
It is a sad cruelty of life that anyone should have to go on a first date at the ripe old age of 63. But the twists and turns of life often deliver us to a station that is far from where we thought we would arrive. These are the thoughts that meandered through her mind as she was getting ready for the unlikely outing.
By Dorothy Prophet5 years ago in Confessions
Lost Underwear and Love at First Sight
This story is 100 percent true, and certainly one of my most embarrassing “moments”, that lasted for weeks as things escalated with seemingly no end. The result however, was a wonderful love story, but that’s not the point. Let’s dive into the pure horror that I am.
By Jordan 5 years ago in Confessions
Underneath the sheets
A few years ago, I met the guy who will become my most lasting relationship. We met at a party. At first, we were not too close. But whit the years, he will become my best friend and eventually my boyfriend, over time we are getting closer and closer. Almost Inseparable, we always have a lot of chemistry, whit the time we became practically the same person, he has a weird sense of humor. that's why he always make me laugh, but he never laughed at my jokes. He simply doesn't understand my sense of humor. We are opposite, but at the same time, we are very similar. It is difficult to explain how he and I connected we used to spend our free time always together. I used to saw him practically all the time. When I was going to my drama school I always had one hour free in my lunchtime, so I was always going to lunch whit him, he used to lived only two stations away from my school, so I used go and visits him and lunch whit him very fast and then come back to my school. After school, I was go and visiting him to sometimes I sleep whit him and sometimes just come back to my home .when the weekends come i always stayed to sleep at his place. Our routine were the same as a couple does typically, we used to love go to parties on the weekends, eat in a restaurant. We always loved to try different types of food of different nationalities or happy just watching some series on Netflix or sometimes just simply do nothing. He love to take naps so sometimes we where just doing that, the only problem of my boyfriend did not live alone. He lived with his mother. But his mother was rarely at home, so we used to be always alone .One day we forgot that his mother was there and my boyfriend as he always wanted to have sex with me, as any couple would , so well we started having sex, we were having a great time, when I was having my orgasm, my boyfriend tells me to my ear, it seems that someone entered the room. Still, I couldn't stop it because I was practically finishing. And well inside the room, there was a bathroom. Hence, the mother went to the toilet and entered, or she did not notice what we were doing, and or she just acts like she doesn't see anything, or she simply did not care. Still, so we stop, and he just hugs me and says, act like you're sleeping my hurt was bouncing, and my mind was running thinking and how embarrassing I feel, and I can't feel my face was so red, I just put my head underneath the comforter close my eyes. I act like my boyfriend told me, but it always gives me the impression that he is the type of person who doesn't care too much about anything. He acts really chill about the whole thing. After we felt the mother was no longer in the apartment, we started talking and wondering whether he really saw us or not. My boyfriend says she definitely saw us. Still, we can do nothing about it , we are not the first or the last persona in the world who experienced the same thing, next time, we just need to be more careful .but still I will never forget this experience and it will always consider one of the most embarrassing experiences of all my life.
By Pame Molina5 years ago in Confessions
Embarrassed But Thankful
I hated having to go to Math extra classes but I had to because I had a nasty encounter with a teacher the year before and I now hated the subject and had my finals looming. As a result, Saturdays were no longer peaceful and I now had to take two buses for over an hour to get to school. I knew my parents did not have much and it was a strain on them for me to take these extra classes. That was the hardest part for me, we were already poor and I felt like I was saddling the family with more stress. So I did not complain but went every Saturday. And while I don't know that it really helped because my block needed psychological help, not academic help I was grateful to them for trying to get me help.
By TanYah Global5 years ago in Confessions
Mr. Perfect
Such a modern day catch. You begin liking one another’s photos on social media sites. Each heart on Instagram and each thumb up on Facebook from a picture brings greater emotion until one builds up enough courage for that, “Hey, I would like to take you out on a date.” Heart flutters, excitement increases bursting with mixed emotions of wanted things to work better than the last.
By Arianna Redmond5 years ago in Confessions
Akward Words In An Elevator
Nurses, probably more than any other group of people, are accustomed to encountering death and pain. Although we are certainly affected by the suffering of others, our job calls for a measure of detachment, the ability to move forward without faltering. The traumas we experience here on this pediatric oncology unit are sometimes compartmentalized because it is a helpful device to make it through a hard shift and a challenging career. These traumatic moments are rarely predictable in form, though. It is often the case that among my diverse set of pediatric patients on any given day, some are quite sick and sad while others are doing just fine and may even be preparing to go home.
By David Metzger5 years ago in Confessions
I observed these real incidents of workplace bullying
Companies boast about their working environment, employee welfare, respect, and integrity. It is probably easier for the organization to set values and put them all over their intranet site and office walls. But when it comes to follow them or implement these values, culture; many organizations fail.
By kundan bhati5 years ago in Confessions
Complicated Grief
The most shocking part of being a birth mom is the experience of what feels like actual death occurring when you place your newborn baby with his new parents (see Choosing Pain as Love for the full account of this personal experience.) I was warned that the feeling would occur, but I didn’t entirely believe it was possible until I went through it myself. What has been consistent since then has been an unexpected and unfortunate result of how I cope: any death that holds some level of relevance to me crushes me in a new and very intense way. Compared to how I used to deal with death and the general idea of it, the experience of grieving my child while he is still alive created a new level of grief in other situations.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Confessions
Selfish Encounters
Serenas long red fingernails tapped on the wooden table as she waited for Travis. On the table sat two wine glasses and a half empty bottle of merlot. Travis’ wine glass sat crystal clear, whilst smudges of bright pink lipstick coated the rim of Serenas. Travis was now twenty-eight minutes late. Serena exhaled loudly, not out of frustration, but in attempts to pull herself away from thinking obsessively about Travis. Vivid flashes of the countless flirtatious interactions they had shared in the office made her feel giddy. She scanned her eyes around the carefully decorated beer garden she was seated in. Her gaze was met with many gruff, disgruntled patrons who projected energy of resentment and exhaustion. Serena knew immediately that the bleak energy coming from these men were closely related to the activities they performed between the hours of 9:00am – 5:00pm. Activities which this population of people deemed unavoidable.
By Marissa Holden5 years ago in Confessions
Reverie Time
It is All Just a Dream, right? Jeremiah was sitting in class spacing out. He sat at the edge of his classroom closest to the window. The clouds in his view reminded him of when he used to play for the school's baseball team. Jeremiah chuckled to the thought of ever playing sports again.
By The Infinite Writer 5 years ago in Confessions
