Dating
A Conversation Between Broken Hearts
“him”: Her strength lies in her ability to charm: innocence plagued with sardonic humour. A deadly combination. The day finally came when she was no longer interested in me, but in some other guy. He was blonde, had a six-pack, and poodle-like hair. Scruffy, but he oozed out confidence. He was the kind of guy who walked into a room and owned everything in it. It's not like it wasn’t appealing, I could see why she was into him.
By Abbey 4 years ago in Confessions
Night Out on the Town
Before the pandemic, I was working full-time at Target in Honolulu. I would get there at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and pau hana at 11:30, if I was lucky. Most days, I would just ride my bike home, take a shower, and chill out with my Xbox or whatever. However, Tuesday was my night! It has since burned down during the Covid-19 shut down, but before everyone was down with the sickness, Moose McGillycuddy's drink special night was its busiest. It had a dancefloor and I lived within walking distance of Waikiki. So, it was perfect for me.
By Aliurtuq Waqaa4 years ago in Confessions
Vulnerable
I’m 25 years old, and I’ve never been on a date. But it’s snowing outside, and it’s the middle of April. Wisconsin is notorious for weather patterns that make rare sense. In His humor, God grabbed the snowglobe marked “La Crosse” and shook it vigorously just to watch us all scatter in here-we-go-again.
By Cassandra Hanson4 years ago in Confessions
Destination: Me
The story of my coming to being, and letting that shine through is one that took me most of my life. I am and always have been a people pleaser; it’s just how I am. From a young child through to my adult years, each and every individual in my life always came before myself.
By Robin Moore4 years ago in Confessions
The Real Me
I didn’t know the “real me” until I realized who I was around my soulmate. I cloaked myself with a tough work exterior that I lugged around the office and everywhere else like a ball and chain. I was constantly trying to prove my independence as the modern female does. I didn’t let hardly anyone into my inner circle because I didn’t want them to see the real me. Even though I didn’t have much to hide! He quietly and subtly came to know me, but it didn’t happen right away. See, I was quintessential loner, i.e., I worked hard and sold my energy to work, not human beings. I was okay coming home to an empty house and kitchen table. There were no expectations. He didn’t ask for my energy, full house, or dinner on the table though. Rather, he selflessly enjoyed my presence. His love language came out through food and home cooked meals: he loved putting the dinner on the table! Talk about opposites: I burned everything in sight. I would wake up to sizzling bacon, over easy eggs, and hazelnut coffee every weekend at his cozy apartment.
By Margo4 years ago in Confessions
Love has no expiration
We were 17 at the time. A chance encounter missed. We went to the same Highsvhool and somehow our paths never crossed. Not that our frinds didn't try. We had a mutual friend that tried to introduce us, but she was shy and didn't feel anyone could want her, and I just left a bad relationship myself at the time. Let's fast forward 30 years. It's funny, it was really like an old black and white movie scene.
By John Knowles4 years ago in Confessions
More than a strange piece of ass
Disclaimer: As a writer, I typically don't profanity but I have found at times it is necessary to utilize actual wording or strong language to make a point. Please do not be offended and if you enjoy this story please heart, like, tip, subscribe and pledge. I am a widow trying to survive without my husband's income so thank you in advance.
By Cheryl E Preston4 years ago in Confessions
Speed Dating Memory Lane
To sum this experience up in one word; CALIENTE! However, I do not recommend my life for anyone, I am thankful I survived madness and came out with grace. Now I have lots of stories to share, makes me proud of the person I have become today. But back in 2011, I was starting to become someone I would later hate. For many years I have felt like a failure, despite my achievements, my depression had me fucked up! Glad that part of my life is over, now I speak.
By The Vibe Podcast 4 years ago in Confessions
The Confessions of a Singaporean Playboy
The hippie girl who tried to trick me was already drunk. She was beautiful, came from an elite school, and was used to chewing up and spitting out men. But she didn’t count on one thing. I may come from peasant origins, but I too, am worldly in my own way.
By Alvin Ang4 years ago in Confessions
