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Whether you're solitary by choice or simply unlucky in love, being single is complicated.

The Wedding Avoider
There’s a scene in Adam Shankman's 2001 romantic comedy The Wedding Planner that I’ve always adored. In the film's opening, wedding planner Mary Fiore (played by J-Lo) pulls off a fairytale event, expertly alleviating a bride’s wedding jitters, finding the FOB (father of the bride) when he goes MIA, and turning a bridesmaid’s ill-fitting dress into a chic look that I spent years trying to emulate with a clothespin. Afterward, Mary gets home from work, and the scene that I love is a sequence of the rest of her night.
By S. Frazer4 years ago in Humans
Being Single in your 30s
Dating has changed so much over the years, with everything mostly virtual and so many sites being known for hookups only. I am not here to judge anyone, if you're into just hooking up that is okay! I however should have been born in another generation because for some reason I am still a hopeless romantic. Doesn't exactly go well in a hookup culture. My most recent conversation with a guy on a dating app. has brought me to writing this story today.
By Kimmiekins44 years ago in Humans
Don't Be This Guy
When your in a relationship for a long time, you both make sacrifices for each other's happiness; unfortunately I've yet to find a person to do that for me without bitching.
By Mae McCreery4 years ago in Humans
Small Gal Big Pal
My hooman is working. I know if she had seen the EmPAWlee of the Month contest, she would be nominating me as quickly as her little fingers can type. But alas, she is focused on her projects. She often tells me “someone’s gotta bring home the bacon” so I allow it.
By Beth Hardin4 years ago in Humans
Nine A.M Thoughts
How do you know love is love? Strange question I’m sure so let me rephrase. When are you able to decipher whether something is love or just deeply rooted lust? As I laid next to him, looking at him, hearing his soft snores over the sound of the fan, overcast just barely shining through the windows and I was convinced it was love. No matter what had happened in the past I hadn’t been able to fully walk away from him. Even in the extended breaks we took thinking each time would be the very last time I found myself in the same bed on mornings just like the one I’m describing and I felt complete in his presence. Now that’s not to say I didn’t feel complete on my own, but nothing felt missing when it was the break of dawn and I could feel his flesh on mine. This felt like home. I would like to think that it’s love, but if that was the case then why did I find myself stuck in the middle for so long? Why was I so unsure? If I loved this man why was there ever a time for him to question my love and loyalty. I don’t want to solely blame it on his uncertainty because regardless, I loved him right? So why would give myself to someone else knowing what it would do? I am smart enough to understand those type of actions come with repercussions and fractures the very foundation we were attempting to build on. Was i scared of how I felt? Was it my way out? Was I falling so fast that I interrupted the journey before it had a chance to begin?
By Nicole Negron4 years ago in Humans
The Dream
I don’t remember a lot of my dreams. And the ones I do have recollections of, it’s usually the last chunk of the dream right before I wake up. But what I’ve been doing for some time now, is writing down any of the dreams I do remember. And over the last, I’d say almost four years, I’ve accrued a rather lengthy list of scenarios that I was able to jot down before I forgot them entirely. And for the most part, the dreams I do have are fairly grounded in reality. Nothing about flying, or powers, magic, or anything of the like. They are there, but it’s way more common for me to dream about a single person or place. And of course, the one dream that I have written down the most, or I should say the one person that crops up more than anyone else is her. It surprises me because for someone that I haven’t spoken to verbally in a long time, it’s shocking how often she ends up in my dreams. Again, even these dreams are grounded they aren’t outlandish or bombastic in nature. A lot of the time, it’s just the two of us. Sharing time together. I usually end up recalling the times where we did just that. And all it does is make me yearn for them once again.
By Jirasu4 years ago in Humans
Observation - Recollection
I noticed a variety of different people when I was sitting outside around campus one time. I noticed this one girl with glasses on laying under a tree as if she was sleeping there; with her arm under her head, very relaxed. I saw a guy in a full blue outfit; from his glasses down to his shoes. He either had nothing else to wear that day, or he just really enjoys the color blue which is fine as well. I noticed another guy on a skateboard going from one building to another; it must be nice to have an extended form of transportation; one that’s faster than simply walking. I saw a professor going to another class with a very lightly colored briefcase they were carrying. It was over the shoulder and for some reason I couldn’t stop staring at it; maybe that’s their intention with it, who knows. And lastly, I saw a girl with a very distinct hair style. It was a ponytail, but it was so much more elegant. The rest of her hair was very smooth and laid down across her head, as if there weren’t any hairs where they weren’t supposed to be. There are a lot of things in life that you may or may not notice. And while they may seem insignificant, you’d be surprised by what you can learn if you just take the time to notice the smaller things in life. They will end up as memories that you can look back and reflect on. For better or worse.
By Jirasu4 years ago in Humans
We Are Toys To These Kidult Narcissists
“The toys that strike the strongest chord, in general, are the ones that are the most ,” says Bensch. There are no rules, no backstory, no singular end goal. “Toys like these empower kids to leap off and go where their imaginations take them.”— Christopher Bensch, Toy Joy: Why Kids Love Toys
By Frederick Emerson4 years ago in Humans
The Art of being Alone
“I don’t want to be alone”, my client proclaims. “ I want to be with someone and I want it to be my soulmate, NOW, I can’t find them if I don’t date.” She’s a chronic dater and a love addict. I have been her relationship counselor for a few months now, and she has a continued cycle of jumping from relationship to relationship. She never gives herself enough time to heal, or really to move on from the last relationship, she often calls in with guilty feelings because she is still “hung”up on the last.
By Magdalena Valentine4 years ago in Humans
Here lie the tragic remains of Chivalry
Most women (especially the feminist lot) hate accountability. They relish the idea of equality until it demands them to step up to the plate. My encouragement to menfolk is to not cave under pressure. Chivalry is dead because women killed it. Call me bitter if you want. It is what it is.
By Olufemi Oni4 years ago in Humans
A Girl and Her Dog
Pre-pandemic it seemed I was non-stop busy. I'm a mom of two adult children who I spend time with, I help care for and handle the finances of my aging parents, I have my dog Rosie, who requires treats and pets and walks.
By Megan Bostic4 years ago in Humans
Heart conversation on the ice
“So crisp tonight...huh? I traced the moon with my finger in the air. The moon was a strange crest shaped tonight. But slightly lower in a saddle like. Its edges seemed brighter then normal.
By Theartistjosko4 years ago in Humans