dating
All about dating. First dates, three years into a relationship, Tinder, and more.
It's in His Kiss
Very little can rival the unbridled virility that is the sexiness of the Brazilian man. The passion, the confidence, the dancing, the kissing... Oh god, the kissing... I have now learned that the French Kiss is a misnomer. I thought I'd been on dates before. I thought I had danced before. Hell, I even thought I'd been kissed before, but when we swiped right, I had no idea what was about to happen.
By Heather Clarke8 years ago in Humans
10 Signs You're Not Emotionally Able to Deal With Casual Dating
Many people out there truly enjoy dating casually without having the full emotions behind it. It's basically fucking around without entirely having feelings for them. Almost like the concept of friends with benefits, but with a bit more emotion to the relationship. There are even some casual couples who see other people—that's how causal it is. But there are many other reasons why people do find pleasure in getting into causal relationships.
By Lilliana Backman8 years ago in Humans
Cute Relationship Goals for Every Couple
Being in love is truly the best feeling in the world. There's someone who understands you from the inside and out, loves all of your flaws, finds you to be hilarious, compliments you every five minutes, and overall enjoys being around and loving you. Even though the two of you are a couple, it feels like you're one being. From the emotions you two share to the same shows you guys are constantly watching together, nearly doing everything together binds the souls together into one emotion.
By Lizzie Boudoir8 years ago in Humans
Pay No Attention to the Hole in My Sock
We met on Tinder, because of course we did.I used to think about that a lot, about how something I'd gotten so used to being arbitrary and inconsequential could bring me something so real, so visceral. The cultural implications didn't escape me; was what I had now some allegory for the advent of modern, technology-based romance, or some assertion that love, real-love, could poke its head out from the pile of warm, limp bodies and drink in the fresh air of existence? I used to think, "well, yes," but now I don't think I care. We matched in June of such and such year. At least, I think it was June. It was during the summer after my first year at university, and I had just gotten my old job back, jockeying popcorn at the concession stand at the movie theater in my hometown. I was staying with my mother and getting drunk on my days off. Things were sort of okay, or at least about as okay as they were before I left. But I was still lonely. So we got to talking.
By Alex Montgomery8 years ago in Humans
A Date in Autumn
If the change in the temperature wasn't enough for me to realize that I had arrived at my destination, the sudden and familiar burst of aromas did it: I had just entered "Lilies Market." The warm and busy indoors market was welcoming in a cold and windy autumn day like this and, as usual, the scents from all the different booths filled the air in a sweet and savoury symphony that always put a smile on my face. Today, however, I am not going to smell the flowers in the third booth on the left, instead, I turn right here and follow the smell of hamburgers, pizzas, and divers appetizers to go get something to eat before journeying to the agreed upon spot.
By Andy Huwoll8 years ago in Humans











