Dating
Red Flags
After I broke up with my ex, I went on a string of first dates that were bizarre, but always ended for principled reasons. The first was a man I had met on the dating app Tinder. Jake was tall, with dark hair and a friendly smile. We exchanged witty banter for a few days then agreed to meet at a bar in Astoria. We met up on the street corner, shook hands, and started walking towards Freddie’s Wine Bar. While we were walking he asked me if I worked out and when I told him I did, he asked how I liked to work out. At the time I rarely went to a yoga class and ran several times a week. “Yeah I can tell, you’re pretty skinny,” he said, which should have been a red flag him triggering me about my weight. But I let the date continue.
By Sarah Frances Hicks5 years ago in Confessions
The Gym
Left. Left. Left. “Ugh”. I feel like all of these dating apps are the same. I’m seeing all the same people writing the same things in all of their profiles. I mean I do the same but, that’s beside the point. I think I’ve tried at least ten so far. I shouldn’t be surprised this is a dud, yet I am. This is what I get for reading so many romance novels as a child.
By IntrovertedExrovert5 years ago in Confessions
A Night of Solace
I tugged at my dress as I entered the restaurant-bar. I mentally kicked myself in the behind for dressing uncomfortably on a first date. Who does this to themselves? I thought. I shook my head at myself. I wore one of those body-con dresses that hugs oh too tightly. I could barely breathe.
By Diana Sambula5 years ago in Confessions
Cajolery Of Hers
Cajolery Of Hers Author: Olivia (F.D.) Grace Why do you no longer speak to anyone, Grace asked? The best friends were packing together, "You spoke beautifully to people. You spoke with power, too many. "It's not that I don't talk to people," Olivia replied; it is why the ones who spoke become afraid to descend from their level of dignity from who they are? It seems as if no one can stoop down low enough to hear what I have to say. I've come to an understanding, Grace, that sometimes we have to abase ourselves sufficiently to others and listen; it can often be these writings or notes that are all too difficult. But hard to grasp, or maybe it's too obvious for our careful reflection. "Hey, do you like these heels?" Olivia asked.
By Olivia Grace 5 years ago in Confessions
Dear Bright Cellars Winery Company
Dear Bright Cellars Winery Company, I am writing today, as your merlot relieves my sobriety, to thank you for your undeniable, although unknowing, involvement in my relationship of the last four and three-quarter years; which, as of about forty-eight minutes ago, has unfortunately come to an end. As you can likely imagine, given the circumstances, I am emotional. And instead of calling my mother, which honestly I couldn’t weather and will foreseeably put off as long as possible, I have decided, in my grief, the most suitable and appropriate action I could take was to write to you (whoever you are reading this).
By Geordie Joseph5 years ago in Confessions
Train Stations
Train Stations. Were they made to bring people together or part them forever? A thousand steps stomped to one another’s rhythm, some in hurry; others in peace. A myriad of voices in a race to reach their listener’s ear, yet many dissipated in the vast space of the colossal waiting hall, unheard. Felt like the building had not been renovated since the beginning of time or were the cracks on its walls the scars of all the longing hearts that had always waited here; right here, where I stood.
By Zekerie Redzheb5 years ago in Confessions
If only the goggles were still on.
Just like that the white carpet turned to red as the spill continued to drip down the coffee table. That wasn’t the only thing that turned red, luckily my face was the only one to change, but maybe he was too quick to get up to even share a new filter on his face. My rosed cheeks of blushing turned to tomato red as the embarrassment sunk in. Not only did I spill the Merlot wine, I broke the glass leaving a glisten as the candles’ flames sound their way to the shards of glass. He gathers the paper towels laughing as i’m hesitantly cleaning the mess with the napkins provided on the table.
By Valentine Casey5 years ago in Confessions
Dinner
Being young and getting with an alcoholic you don't realize all the challenges you're going to experience. I was a popular girl, with many friends, a cheerleading squad, pep band, and many other activities. That all changed around the age of 17. I became sheltered with no friends, focused on the one and only alcoholic. I think after you put up with so much, you become weaker and weaker, you become brainwashed. You believe all those things he has told you for so many years you begin to believe you are worthless and can't do anything correctly, and no one else would want you, and you are a complete failure. I thought this was okay though because this was with the person I believed I loved. At that time in my life, I thought that was important. There was a night that he and I decided to go out have a dinner date. This was a very embarrassing night. I had no idea it was going to be like this. I still think about him from time to time. we were in a restaurant, we were actually enjoying our time together. I was happy and excited, I need a good night with him. Then an argument started, I had opened my mouth about his drinking and asked him to stop. I regretted saying something the moment the words came out of my mouth. In the middle of the restaurant full of people, he started screaming and yelling telling me I was a worthless bitch, a fat bitch that he couldn't stand. People were watching his every move, I was crying. He proceeded by throwing his drink across the restaurant. As he stood up he flipped the table, I had jumped out of the way, he was headed for the door. I was behind his trying to calm him down, apologizing for my actions and now regretting bringing up anything. As he got close to the car he speeded up jumped in, and locked the doors fast. I was knocking on the glass begging for him to let me in. Thinking no way he was going to drive off. Then off he went left me there standing in the middle of the parking lot. He left me there, an hour drive away from home no cell phones at the time. I started walking I was crying nowhere to go or anyone to call. My mother and I at the time didn't talk, because she disliked him very much, and no money. I walked for hours and hours, finally got some change from someone at the gas station so I could make a call from a payphone. my sister-in-law answered the phone. I told her what had happened and ask her to come to get me. I told her I would continue walking until I met up with her. she finally arrived, we talked on the way home but nowhere to go. I had to go right back to him. When I got home, I walked in the door and he was laying on the couch and started laughing ask me how I got my fat ass home. He said I thought I finally got rid of your fat ass. I continued to cry, he wouldn't let me leave him but, tormented me at the same time. It was embarrassing and heartbreaking that the person I thought I loved would do this. I forgave him once again. All because I was a kid in love, or what I thought was love. I thought about leaving him so many times but, when I did he would make my life a living hell.
By Lizzy Allen5 years ago in Confessions
