Dating
A Promise Ring Will Surely Do, Until We Say I Do
I walked into a dive bar. The kind of bar you almost wish didn’t exist. But then I found my old friend from high school sitting at the bar. This is what happens when you never leave your hometown, a hometown with very few options. I sat down and bought myself a drink. Small talk surely ensued.
By Susan Eileen 4 years ago in Confessions
Dating Diary of a 40 Something Year Old . Top Story - November 2021.
It was a beautiful fall afternoon when my daughter picked me up to grab a cup of coffee and rant all about our current boy topics. I had just "kicked out" my latest greatest unhappily ever after, so I was feeling a little on the snarky side. I shared my questions regarding the life I was providing him and confusion as to why he never wanted to spend time with me. Well, outside of the "brown chicken, brown cow"... wanting sex from me. Even that had become almost a never and when it did, it was becoming more of a chore than something that was fun or special. My daughter laughed at me and said, "he is a hobosexual Mom"!
By Crystal Rae4 years ago in Confessions
Coffee Slut
I had to work at a factory in Walla Walla, Washington for a year when I got out of the Army to get state residency, so I could go to college. Then I started at Walla Walla Community College, whose legend described it as the "second best junior college in America" but that's another story (I've heard that about multiple junior colleges and am pretty sure it's just an urban myth kind of thing).
By J.D. Bradley4 years ago in Confessions
Burning Affection
The chemistry awakens the feelings speak so loudly and the laughter is so admirable. Having my mind thinking it’s to good to be true like maybe a motive is responsible for his actions. I underestimate his generosity quite often knowing he has a very uplifting spirit. Having the ability to influence my mind so carefully it’s starting to become familiar. His aggression appears in a form that is good not harmful, it’s demanding in away that is dainty. My feelings are a showcase with sarcasm being the star but behind the scenes my sanity comes forth. He’s very understanding under the circumstances that I can be a (bitch) Black.Intelligent .Thurl.Chick.Hindered, when I don’t get my way. I salute the relationship we invested in while being numb to the fact that we were actually building something so special, something so unexpected, something so real. No strings attached to this duo nothing but fate and faith behind the wheel steering in every direction. I believe everything happens for a reason but I question the reasoning behind being able to be in the presence of his beautiful unique soul. His positive outlook on life inspires me to be greater. Love and Lust plays a very important role in this two ring circus. Lusting for desires we should not have while loving one another like we are destined to be together. When he speaks to me it sounds as if he’s singing. His tone so vigorously it hypnotizes my mind sending it to an alternate state. Our fantasy involves a lot of hope and integrity while some might patronize the possibility that what we have might actually be possible. The attention that I deserve he doesn’t mind showering me with so much more. He says “I’m important” so why not treat me as so. I don’t fight against my heart it’s to much to bare so I surrender and what ever it is that’s supposed to happen I’ll let rise to our horizon. What is meant to be may not be. Our relationship is like the very air we breathe, fresh and sometimes contaminated. Addicted to who he is, he’s my controlled substance that keeps me calm with a constant frown upside down. The passion will never cease, the sex will increase with raging affection of love circulating through all our imperfections. What we have is intense and 100% authentic. The motion picture is still to come and I’m waiting patiently for it to be done. Affection! Passion! All in one.
By Janelle Griggs 4 years ago in Confessions
All the boys who had my heart
For a long time, I wished for love. I was young, (I mean, really young) when I started dating. It wasn't really dating. I liked a boy, we held hands, and likely we went our separate ways because I was too young to get intimate. After a while, girls like me start to look desperate... and vulnerable.
By Cameron Palmer4 years ago in Confessions
