Dating
Working Title: Of Course
Of Course “Hey. Can I ask you something?” I propose. She looks at me, and her look shouts at me that she thinks it’s strange that I thought I had to ask. “Of course,” she says. I start, per usual, with a tangent, “So, you’ve heard of simulation theory, right?” with a brief pause as I, for some strange reason, expect her to respond to a pretty random unwarranted question. “So, basically, it’s like The Matrix, right. The belief that, it is statistically more likely that your natural existence is a simulation than it is for it to be real.” Another brief pause occurs, as I contemplate the fact that I had just assumed she would know about that. Luckily, she does.
By C. Jay4 years ago in Confessions
The relationship advice that saved my day
Yesterday I had a terrible morning, something didn’t feel right and nothing could make me feel better. Not my wonderful dogs, who always melt my heart when I hold them, not my partner whose hug always makes me feel better. On top of that, I noticed he was also having a bad day.
By Estera Lupu4 years ago in Confessions
King Sized Psychology. Top Story - July 2022.
I’ve always felt most comfortable in a king sized bed. At 6’2”, it’s the perfect size for me to fully starfish myself. I spent quite a bit of time with my grandparents growing up and they had a king in their guest bedroom, so I can accurately tell you what it’s like to physically grow into a king sized bed. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to realize the emotionality of physical items. Having such a big bed makes a shift in you, whether you’re sleeping in it alone or with others. Ultimately your choice of bed size depends on how you choose to perceive that space and if you’re going to assign it meaning, whether it’s just space or something more. In the pursuit of wanting to purchase my own king sized bed as an adult, particularly in romantic relationships, that perception of space has left me questioning: Am I growing up or are we growing apart?
By CTB4 years ago in Confessions
Fish Flops on the Third Date
I was never the girl to dream of my wedding day, never the one to doodle my first name and my crush's last name when I should have been paying attention during lectures. I was strong, independent, and didn't need a man to complete me. That works well until you get to that point in your life when shit starts to fail. Parents health, the hot water tank, the dog got out again- all the moments when it would be really great to know you have someone that has your back. Forty is so very close, I've planned an epic Adam Sandler themed Taco Bell party and it would be cool to find the Valerie to my Nicky.
By Almost Forty4 years ago in Confessions
Online Dating - What Men Don't Want to See in Your Profile
Modern dating is done via dating apps. The chance of meeting someone at a bar and beginning anything new is now quite slim because of how often "when dates go bad" is shown in the media. Simply put, people don't trust one another.
By Rahau Mihai4 years ago in Confessions
Legalize Perceived Age? YES!
Our lifestyles have undergone so many fresh, amazing alterations and advancements that it is sometimes mind-boggling. For instance, Amazon not only informs you when a product is delivered and leaves a snapshot of the box at your front door, but also delivers the cheapest item the next day (with prime). You must adore it!
By Rahau Mihai4 years ago in Confessions
How to Create an Online Dating Profile
If you're single and want to find someone with marriage potential, keep in mind that internet dating is only one of your alternatives. But proceed with care, since not everyone who uses dating websites does it with the best of intentions.
By Rahau Mihai4 years ago in Confessions
Tips for Your First Date With Someone You Met Online
Meeting other singles is now more straightforward than ever thanks to the abundance of dating websites and apps. And you can do it all while lounging on your sofa in your cozy jammies. But with so many possibilities, some individuals are starting to lose interest in dating. You may get jaded and lose faith that you will ever meet your ideal spouse after going on terrible date after poor date. You could get trapped in a never-ending cycle:
By Rahau Mihai4 years ago in Confessions
My Life Story and the Endless Question
What an adventure! I'm not referring to the one Ben and I are in right now, either! No. I refer to a bigger item. as in a timeline of one's life. I never would have imagined that I would be experiencing the personal accomplishments and aspirations that, to me, were formerly impossible, fantastical, and unrealistic. I never would have guessed that the label "sugar baby" would be used to my life. We both made the decision to go outside of our comfort zones of West End nights, Sketch London nights, and restaurants in skyscrapers in favor of the nearby icy terrain that we are now driving across at breakneck speed. I don't know why I just now, out of the blue, began writing these things down, but I think since Ben fell asleep next to me and we still have a few hours until we arrive to Geneva, that will suffice to pass the time. Oh, I see. For those of you who would see me more favorably if I gave you my true name, I'm Jannet. But the more often truth is that I am seldom ever seen favorably. I'll tell you that, a night shift aircraft worker could be a little lucky than me on that one! But sassiness aside, I am someone you have already met or at the very least come into contact with every day. For example, do you remember the girl who gave up her seat to an elderly person while you were on the bus, the person who knelt down at Starbucks to retrieve your dropped coins, or the person who gave of her time to patiently explain where the street you were looking for was? I am a typical person who, like everyone else, values acceptance for who they are, but in my circumstance I get assessed mostly based on what I do: I'm a sugarbabe.
By Rahau Mihai4 years ago in Confessions
Oh Richmond Blue Eyes
Oh, Richmond Blue Eyes! Love. Fuck. By: Michael Watts ---------- My heart still skips a beat every time I think of you. And how can I not? I’m not obsessed. I’m hurt. More than hurt, because I still love you. Still crave your touch. Your voice. That incredible way you look at me and make me melt, make me weak, make me strong, make me long to hold you close and never stop putting a smile on your face. Our conversations that went on and on but never bored, never left me feeling distracted. Your kisses leave me immensely thirsty for more. I love the way you ask for more. More of that good, sorry.. AMAZING sex. You touched me in a way I cannot imitate with anyone. I still crave you physically. Crave you emotionally. The way I long to see you when we’re apart. The times we make plans to see each other. The times when you stop responding out of the blue. The times when I start to give up hope. The times I think I’ll never see you again... Then I do. Out of the blue you and it starts all over. The longing, the love, the fear of when it will end this time. It feels so good. It hurts. I try to forget, try to bury it, try to move past it. I see your face again. It all rushes back. You make my heart beat in a cycle I can’t escape. Love you. Fuck you. Love you. Fuck you... I volley emotions as the rhythm continues. Love. Fuck. Love. Fuck. Love. Fuck...
By Michael Watts4 years ago in Confessions
