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My Worst Date Story: Do You Wanna Get Burritos?
So back when I was still single and ready to mingle, I finally gave Tinder a try after many failed attempts at meeting people in real life. I was just too weird and awkward to start conversations with strangers face-to-face and I had no idea if they found me attractive or not. I sort of thought Tinder was a way of "giving up." Like yup, you've finally admitted it to yourself, you suck at social interaction. Welcome to being a Millennial.
By Riley Bates8 years ago in Humans
My Worst Date Story: Bulgogi, Barf, & Bae . Top Story - January 2018.
Strap in, folks. This is going to get wholesome (and gross). *** It was a dark and stormy night... Just kidding, it was a mind-numbingly normal and boring night. Couldn't have been less interesting if it tried, in fact. I was laying in bed on a Saturday night, and I'm pretty sure I had only gotten up that day to pee and eat. I wasn't depressed or anything, just lazy.
By Chelsea B. Kendrick8 years ago in Humans
The Chest
She closed her eyes and all she could hear was the crashing of the waves against the shore. Nothing else mattered. With each wave she drew in a breath and exhaled as the next came crashing to. Keeping her eyes closed and her breathing rhythmic with the sea, she began to let her mind wander. She was a dreamer. She wanted to feel as powerful as the ocean before her, but found herself often the opposite. She felt insignificant in the presence of the sea. Maybe that's why she was so in love with it. Something so magnificent and magical kept her in a trance. It was truly mesmerizing for her. The ocean keeps her humble, bringing her piece of mind that the real world problems she faced, would eventually work themselves out.
By Crystal Burris8 years ago in Humans
#MyWorstDate Ever
I’m going to tell you about #myworstdate ever. The story begins after I had just played a show in downtown Las Vegas. As I had just finished helping the other bandmates pack up their equipment — I know, I was the best lead singer to ever have lived, because most lead singers do not help anybody do anything, but I digress — I ran into two boys (let’s call them boys, because they clearly were not men) and one of them was hitting on our bassist’s mom, who is super hot by the way, so I wouldn’t blame them for doing that.
By Marion Pelote8 years ago in Humans
Marriage Advice from a Divorced Woman
When I got married a year and six months ago, I never thought I would get divorced. When I said "I do" the words "I don't" never crossed my mind. In my personal situation, it was unexpected when the time came to say goodbye. However, divorce is devastating. No matter the length of the marriage, no matter if no have children or you don't, and no matter if you know the best thing is to leave, divorce is devastating for everyone involved. Especially for you.
By Faith Heple8 years ago in Humans
To the Woman Who Took My Place…
Seven years, two months, eighteen days, four hours, twenty minutes, forty-five seconds…. that was how long he said he loved me. Three years, two months, eighteen days, four hours, twenty minutes, forty-five seconds… that was how long he chose to let the world believe we were happily married. Let me believe we were happily married. I will never deny that times were hard, but never did I believe he would do what he did to me all because of you. The catalyst, the newer, shiner, prettier, laid-back beauty that is you. You gave him the reason to walk away, to throw in my face all of the things I gave him that he took for granted. You replace me and yet, you will never be me. In an effort to spare my soul, I write you, I forgive you, I wish you well, and I continue to believe that maybe you are what he needs to change. Maybe you will make him a man. Make him someone who never lies, would never dare be selfish, who for a change wants what someone else wants. Someone who gives equally, who loves just as wholly and deeply as the other. Maybe you will be his inspiration, his muse, and his desire. He tells me I never had it, whatever it may be. I gave him the world, any request, I fought to make it happen, I put my life and desires aside for his happiness and well-being. My one-sided love. My mistake. His flourishing. His escape. His discovery of you. And so all I do is hope for you, and pray you do not fall into the same downward spiral. I hope you really have changed him. Maybe you are the one.
By Autie Buttons8 years ago in Humans
Religion, Distance, and Culture
How This Even Happened Freshman year of college, I had no friends besides my roommate and the recreational drug smuggling suite mates who were very nice people. I met "Jess" in an anthropology class and it was after a few classes and the local coffee shop that a connection was made. We went on a few dates and it was going quite well. Six months into the relationship and I started to open up.
By Andrew Levy8 years ago in Humans
Los Angeles to Mexico City: A Novella
After many disappointing dating encounters, I became hungry for self-enrichment. I looked inward as I reconnected with culture, music, and linguistics. My newest goal was to learn Spanish! During this time, I vowed to limit my media exposure to Spanish language outlets only. The Real Housewives was replaced with novellas on Telemundo, hip hop music was replaced with reggaetón and samba, and screwdrivers were replaced with caipirinhas and pisco sours. I immersed myself in Hispanic culture and Los Angeles became my training ground for exploring diversity. I was not discriminatory as I devoured content from around the globe, but, I focused specifically on Mexican content.
By Christine Marie Aguilar8 years ago in Humans
Twinkies & Crickets
Dating hazards are real. I couldn't make this up if I had to. #MyWorstDate A few years ago, I was on a dating site looking for love. That was my first of many, many mistakes. I had an amazing profile on a popular dating app. It was in October and Halloween was coming up. A guy named Ben messaged me and we had been chatting on the app for a few days—nothing serious. He finally asked me if I would like to travel to the next town to attend a Zombie Crawl Festival with him. My response was “Sure. I love Halloween. We can go as friends.” He then stated he would pick me up the next day. I agreed.
By Rena Clair8 years ago in Humans
