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I Was THAT Bridesmaid
On June 6th, 2020, one of my best friends got married, and I was lucky enough to be one of her bridesmaids. It was honestly one of the best experiences I’ve ever had, and it’s a memory I will cherish for the rest of my life. I was not the maid of honor, but the bride decided there were a couple tasks I might be a little better suited for than the maid of honor, such as planning the bachelorette party, so I was given some bridesmaid duties.
By TJ Sage5 years ago in Confessions
My One Regret
We laid there basking in the evening sun shining through my bedroom window, naked and fulfilled. She rolled onto my arm and rested her head on my chest. Her hair tickled my armpit, and I could feel the sweat from her brow. Her hand moved to my hold my face, arm over me, pulling me into her embrace. She tucked her knee over my leg and found its place as she fell into a comfortable position, fully immersed into each other. We laid there, hearts beating fast as we settled into a sense of peace, welcoming the moment, and ignoring the world outside that room. The breeze blew the curtains and cooled our heated bodies.
By Andrew Hall5 years ago in Confessions
MaryAnna Destroyed Me with a Repeat-After-Me Song in 5th Grade
My rainbow bike sticker glitters effortlessly in North America across Maple Street, peddling full speed to all the neighbor's back yard. I begged my mother to bring the BMX gift my dad bought me before we moved to Texas back in 1985. Mother was pregnant, remarried the year before, and left my sister and me in San Diego with our wonderful Granny. We still think with her new husband and soon-to-be newborn son, they were never coming back for us, yet they finally did.
By C.A Fenderson Jr.5 years ago in Confessions
Shoulder Ship
I only caught a glimpse of it that first time, in the cafe. When I’d handed him that latte, he had turned away to go to the front door, and there it was, on his right shoulder. A beautiful sailing ship, crashing through waves, indomitably exploring the ocean’s unknown reaches.
By William Altmann5 years ago in Confessions
The Confessions of a Lady-Child
So, okay, look: I’m a middle-millennial, of an age that I've had plenty of years to accumulate an arsenal of cringe-fuel. I have battle scars in the form of fine lines to prove that every single medal of shame was earned, thank you very much. My early-twenties alone were a warzone of booze-soaked moments that I hid under my pillow about for days afterward until the next one occurred.
By MarigoldVance5 years ago in Confessions
The Journey to Become a Shameless Child Again
For some reason, when I was a kid, I hardly ever got embarrassed I know... I know.... you hate me, don't you? But I just didn’t really. When you are known as a goofball, most people don't take you seriously. You drift through life being the eccentric, witty one that won't be questioned when you kiss a football, or purposely wear a shirt inside out on picture day, or burst into song in the cafeteria. People would just laugh and say, "Oh, it's just Flora being Flora."
By Flora5 years ago in Confessions
Sexy Not
As I sit here thinking about my life and what was one of the most embarrassing things that I had experienced. I am reminded sadly of the few years right between graduating from High School and getting married and deciding to start a family. Most of my friends at that time were being sent off to college and living on campus in Texas. That was not the case with me, my father may have been able to afford to send me to college. However, he was the type of man who believed that ninety-eight percent of the time whatever a student majored in college they did not actual make a living doing. I cannot say that I was surprised, at that time in my life my father had never been supportive. I wish I would have received knowledge about the government grants available during that time. Especially the FAFSA grant that did not have to be repaid. Instead of going to college, I worked babysitting, cleaning houses, as a cashier, hostess in a restaurant, a receptionist for a bankruptcy attorney, file clerk, also a telemarketer. I would try different kinds of jobs looking for something that I could enjoy doing on a long-term basis.
By Greer Collins5 years ago in Confessions
THE SHITTIEST SAILING TRIP ON EARTH
You can call me Frank. A couple of years ago, having little or no interest in pursuing a relationship that was heading nowhere, and nothing particularly exciting going on in my life, I thought I would accept my girlfriend’s invitation to sail about for a week on the majestic Lake Champlain. It seemed as good a time as any to determine if I would leave her or not.
By Francis Ouellette5 years ago in Confessions
