Dating
Oh, Don't Mind Me.......
I always stopped by the grocery store after my workout at the gym. They had the best coffee bar, even better than the leading coffee chain. As I waited in line I felt eyes watching me. Quickly turning to my right to look over my shoulder, I caught his gaze. He looked busted and embarrassed. I asked him if he needed some help, and told him to "take a picture, it lasts longer". He had the deepest, darkest brown eyes, almost like chocolate covered marbles. I'm not going to lie, they drew me him. As he slowly approached , I felt excited that he was coming over to me. Reality check...SCREECH... I looked like a sweaty pig, hair wet and sticking to my scalp from the aerobic workout. Praying that the sweat stains under my armpits weren't visible and thank God I had worn dark yoga pants, so the basement sweat didn't show through as much. He extended his hand, a strong, well manicured chocolate extremity, the end of the muscled forearm and bicep. I looked up from his hand, forearm, bicep and finally to his face, which framed his blindingly white teeth. Wow he was pretty handsome and the body was banging, what I aspired to have from all my gym workouts. He introduced himself, but I couldn't hear what he was saying because I was infatuated with the whole package. Explaining that he had seen me there a couple times before and finally had the courage to approach me, he gave me his phone number and asked if he could take me out. Faking my confidence, because I still felt like that I didn't look my best, I gave him my number and agreed to going out with him in the near future. He said he would call, about faced and walked away. The view was equally delicious going as it was coming. The Barista asked me for my order, my head still reeling from the encounter I just ordered a medium house brew.
By Antonia Webber5 years ago in Confessions
Peter, Take Care of My Girlfriend
Sorry sweetheart, going to be late. Peter will take care of you. April blinked back angry tears at the sight of the text message on her phone. Take care of me? She wondered, what does that even mean? Chewing the inside of her cheek she put the finishing touches on her makeup and stepped out of the bathroom. Peter had been leaning against the kitchen counter, distracting himself with his phone until she was ready.
By Kelsey Reich5 years ago in Confessions
The Last Leg
It's Saturday morning and my closed blinds aren't fullfilling their purpose of keeping the light out of my hotel room. I can hear the rumbling of car engines outside my window as I lay in bed admiring the ambition of those wild with life on this weekend morning. My bed sheets are twisted and my pillow is stained with last nights eye makeup. I'm an emotional wreck. Its the final leg of my last flight as an attendant.
By Lesli Walker5 years ago in Confessions
Standing Ground
My first time was with a friend. I had made an offhand joke that for a bottle of Jack, I’d be willing to have sex. I eventually had some serious hesitation in doing such a thing with him, but after having my repeated nos and being told that I was not allowed to change my mind, going through with having intercourse with him seemed my only option. I will say that the hour spent is something I can never get back. I say spent, but I honestly mean wasted. For me, that was a complete waste of my time. He did assure me that even though I didn’t feel it, I did get an orgasm. Anyone with any sort of common sense will understand how stupid that type of comment really is. He was also more keen on the idea of ‘bedding a virgin’ then making sure that I actually enjoyed the act. I know for sure he enjoyed himself. So there’s that, I suppose. While this may not matter to some, it’s still vital to understand and comprehend what happened.
By Kristal Lewandowski5 years ago in Confessions
Exciting First Date and Disastrous First Impression
Let me just start off by saying, I am a huge klutz. And unfortunately, more common than not, it comes in the form of injuring myself seemingly out of nowhere. Whether it's tripping, falling, dropping my phone on my face as I'm laying in bed, or in this case like I have quite a few times prior, running into things.
By Olivia Dell5 years ago in Confessions
A Love Letter to My Worst Heartbreak; You.. Top Story - April 2021.
12/21/16 You. There was always something about you. I had never been able to read people like I could read you. And no one was ever able to read me as easily as you do. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I don’t know, something clicked. I remember it all so vividly. I remember your smile. The shine in your eyes. That was about a year ago, huh? And now I feel that the roles have reversed. Now it’s me who is star struck by you, who wants to get to know more about you, who talks about you at home. Now you’re the cute girl. The amazing girl. I don’t know why I decided to write this, I feel it was the easiest way to express myself without stumbling or getting emotional. Truth be told, I never imagined myself here with you. I never really thought I would fall for you. And it never occurred to me that you would be such an important part of my life. I never imagined I would tell you secrets about myself, or that I would allow you to find secrets about myself I didn’t even know about. I was always very shut off from everyone. But with you I can’t help it. I don’t want to feel what I do for you, yet I do. I honestly don’t know what I want anymore. I think I should distance myself, but I also don’t think I can, and I don’t want you to. I want us to be close and just continue getting closer. But, I’m sitting here thinking, what am I really supposed to do? You are helping me realize I deserve to be loved and put first. And god I want that so badly. I want one day to be with someone I love, who loves me too, who looks at me like I am the best thing to ever happen to them. I want someone to look at me as if I am it. I want someone to look at me like I look at you, forgetting that there is a whole world. I don’t know why we are doing this. I don’t know why you were this significant to me, and why I fell for you. But I did, and I am not minding at all. But like you said, at the end of the day, no matter what, I am the one who is going to get hurt… Nothing will ever make me look at you badly, or change the fact you are my best friend. Nothing will ever damage who you are to me or the role you had in my life.
By Monica Carneiro5 years ago in Confessions
A Hike, Some Cheese, and a bottle of Merlot
The drive up from San Jose was very long. We didn’t have a lot to say. Well, I didn’t, anyway. I think he’s been trying to give me time. Time to hang myself because I am a big liar. Then, it started to rain, which was fabulous because I didn’t bring a coat. What am I doing? He’s not my type, I tell myself. Another lie. But none of this is much help now that we are on our way to Napa to check out a winery he thought I would love.
By Bella Cooper5 years ago in Confessions
A letter to Charlie
Dear Charlie R,
By Abigail Cooke5 years ago in Confessions
Ice Cream Romance
This week was brutal. I look the same in the mirror, but on the inside, I am merely just remnants of the person I was on Monday. Still, my day is not over as I grab a shopping cart and walk into my local grocery store. I have wanted a glass of merlot since noon. However, instead of beelining to the wine isle, my crushed ego and spirit pull me over to where I know you are lurking, the freezer section. I impulsively grab you as I cannot resist your pint sized chocolatey and peanut butter goodness and I head to the checkout line.
By Amy Solt5 years ago in Confessions
