dating
All about dating. First dates, three years into a relationship, Tinder, and more.
#MyWorstDate
Hands up if you use Tinder more like a game? If you get a match, you stare at your screen in complete bewilderment? Hands up if you collect matches like stamps? Never to be used, just looked upon in wonderment of what could’ve been… If you only summed up the courage to crack the cheesiest line you know. Hands up if you have crossed the line and spoken to these relative strangers, only to find they belong in the valley of freaks or are amateur dick models? Now, hands up if you’ve been through all of this and gone on a date with a match? (Hook ups not included, not much talking occurs on these apart from asking about condoms and taxi numbers). To those who made it through my somewhat painful hand holding up survey and answered yes to any of them, you’re a hero. Playing this single game is not easy, if anything it’s far from the glamour portrayed in Sex and the City or similar programmes. It actually verges on dull.
By Stella Stamper8 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
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
Dating Disasters
#MyWorstDate What do you do when a date goes all wrong? I thought about this a lot. My worst date story started with one of my very first dates after my previous break up with my boyfriend of nine years. Talk about bad luck, LOL. You might have thought this date would have scarred me to never go on dating sites again, but it didn’t. I have been on many dates since, but this one takes the cake, or should I say steals the show.
By Gayle Elizabeth8 years ago in Humans
A First Date for the Ages
Brooklyn College. I loved Brooklyn College. The time of my life, until I met my wife. I’ll set the scene further... The Year is 1982. I was 18, and living with my parents. I was painfully shy in high school, did not attend my prom, and had no friends. I received great report cards, made Honor Roll every semester, but I was not a social kind of guy. I neither watched nor played any sports. I spent my well-earned leisure time reading monster magazines and comic books, and watching old movies.
By Joel Eisenberg8 years ago in Humans
