Dating
When Being Beautiful Isn't So Fun
My first boyfriend, David, broke up with me using the line, “I just don’t want to date anyone right now.” He was lying, but don’t worry, I didn’t believe him. I had a gaggle of girl cousins who did not like me for reasons I was very able to sympathize with. My sister had enchanted one of their boyfriends and earned the spite of the entire group. His loss was to be lamented as he was a complete buck. Even though no one expected it, I did lament with my spurned cousin, if only from a distance. If I'd gotten closer I could have lost a limb simply for being the younger sister of the girl who stole him. As a result, my cousins, who could not get revenge on my older sister, were more than willing to share the details of David’s defection with me. They described the situation sparing no detail: the girl he was with, the songs played at the dance I missed, everything.
By Stephanie Van Orman3 years ago in Confessions
Three Feet From My Head
I was sitting in the library at one of the computer stations at my high school. I was excited because I was expecting an email from my long-distance boyfriend. There were only four computer stations. Three were in a row and one was off a bit by itself. That was everyone's favorite computer, but Emily was already seated at it. So, I had taken one at the end of the row. It took forever to log into a computer, get your browser up, and open your email in those days. I was in the middle of the process when this guy sat down one seat away from me.
By Stephanie Van Orman3 years ago in Confessions
That One Time In French Class
In high school, you would think meeting your soulmate would be by being exposed to a crowd, such as parties, group hangouts or house parties. I met mine in French class—a guy who has been in my class for two years. We might have exchanged hellos and fist bumps. It was a typical pandemic day where some students were exposed to the virus and had to take a two-week leave and stayed home for everyone's safety. That happened to my best friend, a girl sitting beside me. This guy then sat in the seat next to me. Surprisingly, his intent was to ask me if he could use me to cheat in class, what a classic lazy bum.
By Sunshine In the Storm3 years ago in Confessions
A Couple Benches
Rob was really cute. He was so cute I wondered if he was wearing makeup. No one had skin that perfect or a face that pretty. Honestly, he was a creature out of my daydreams. One specific daydream, in fact. When I was in school, there was no phrase more welcome than, “We have a new kid in our grade.” That was the only way you were going to meet someone new in a school that went from kindergarten to grade twelve in Magrath, a town that was six blocks by six blocks. I remember practically putting my hands together and praying, “Please let it be a boy. Please let him live across the street from me. Let him be handsome and let him think I'm pretty.” I remember passing this guy in the halls and thinking, Lord, you got part of it right. He's a boy. He's handsome. He doesn't live across the street from me. He has no classes with me and we'll never know if he thinks I'm pretty!
By Stephanie Van Orman3 years ago in Confessions
About Love Only
How do you know if you’ve ever been in love? Most people would argue that although being in love with someone is non-tangible, there is absolutely no doubt in their mind of it existing. In fact, if you are questioning whether or not you are in love, then you are most certainly not.
By Shah Hussain3 years ago in Confessions
Addiction
Introduction What is addiction? Addiction is the fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance or activity. Addiction can be applied to practically anything whether it's a drug, alcohol, gambling, love, sex, coffee, cigarettes, exercise, porn, food, music, movies, material things or even money.
By Johnny V3 years ago in Confessions
Right vs. Right Now
Why do women always want unavailable men? This question, regaled at me as a statement, were the last words I heard with a certainty, as both my temperature and siren song began to rise within. I don’t remember how the rest of that conversation went, only that it didn’t go on for much longer. I inhaled slowly, deeply; exhaling a low breath of ‘serenity now,’ a long-practiced technique that both helps to calm me and brings a smile to my face in the way that cherished sitcoms from my youth usually do.
By Alecia Dionne3 years ago in Confessions
