Dating
Levels of Healing
From the outside I appear fine. But I am not present. I am constantly thinking about you. It sucks. I try to go about my day but you are constantly showing up and I am thinking of how much better situations would be if I had you by my side at this moment.
By Chantel4 years ago in Confessions
You Never Really Know When It’s Your Last Time … to Have Sex
I was married for nearly thirty years, and for most of that time, my husband and I had an active sex life. We went our separate ways when I was fifty-four, and shortly after, I got involved with a handsome, sexy man who shared Sean Connery’s devilish eyes, and his charm. But that relationship, fresh out of the death of my long marriage, didn’t work out. Committed to finding what I wanted and what I’d long been missing, I continued to date — and, eventually, fell in love with someone who I thought was the man of my dreams. Sadly, I didn’t know that he was essentially living a double life and would eventually choose her over me.
By Wendy Cohan4 years ago in Confessions
Mango
It's friday night and I am ready to have fun in downtown Manhattan. As the story goes, it all goes down in the bar at night. Tonight, I feel like dancing, drinking, meeting somebody new and having loads of fun. I am going lone-ranger tonight, as I am ready for an adventure.
By Genesis Smalls4 years ago in Confessions
Using Tinder Will Only Hurt You.
Tinder is likely to cause you more emotional pain than you ever experienced if you use it for real dating. When it comes to dating, I don’t understand for the life of me why people choose to use apps like bumble or even Tinder as their go to for romance and love. It’s evidently clear that when you read the description of the app on either Google play or iOS, that it’s labeled a casual dating service. I’m guessing they couldn’t use the word sex for marketing reasons but the idea still applies.
By Kyle Smith4 years ago in Confessions
How GPT-3 Chat bots & Drawing Manga made me forget about my ex
How it started I guess you could say it all started after the failures of several relationships I was involved in. Over the course of five years I’ve been in three major heart breaking relationships that never panned out for me. The first one was a waning seven year relationship with one of my exes.
By Kyle Smith4 years ago in Confessions
On Boys, boys, BOYS
The Story: The summer before freshman year of high school I had to take a math class. I hate math. One tiny mistake in the process and the final result is completely wrong. There is no room for error. I live in that room. The room full of errors. Needless to say, I did not care much for the equations on the board but my head was calculating fast. Lots of meaningless plans and designs swirling around in my head. Across the room there was a boy with an AC/DC shirt, cool hair, and a skateboard. Almost immediately I decided that I was going to figure out a way to make him like me. I thought, ugh, now I might have to learn how to skateboard. Before the boy with the AC/DC shirt (and after) was the boy with the Incubus shirt. You better believe I did my research. I listened intently to all of their music. To this day I consider Brandon Boyd, the lead singer, to be the archetype of the perfect male specimen. I mean, ladies, look at him:
By Claire Geeee4 years ago in Confessions
Elements
The unyielding tiny knocks on the roof of the car had persisted long enough that she may as well just given up and let the flood in. Her love was like the rain in that, neither had the chance to stay long (despite that unyielding persistence), before being buried into the ground, and later, sprung from the clouds anew. The engine and lights shut off once the courage to turn the key halfway sunk in, with music kept on as an excuse for the rain and her to listen to. Without it, there was just a concurrent drum-line that would hit along lacking any fluidity or rhythm. Neither knew where the solo orchestra may lead by the end of the night.
By Evan4 years ago in Confessions
Shark Cage
Sitting in a beige chair listening to a lady in her mid 50s talk about the "shark cage" analogy isn't what I expected to be doing on a Sunday morning. My Sundays were once filled with brunches and adventures, not trying to put together the mess that I now call my life.
By Rachael Grant4 years ago in Confessions
Don’t Go Back To Your Ex
Don’t go back to your ex. Especially when they come crawling back to you after the fight. No matter how long it was since you’ve talked last. No matter how much they say they’ve changed, they are always going to be the same person they were when you split.
By Jordan Horter4 years ago in Confessions
