Dating
Called on by a Gravedigger
Walking through the graveyard, I saw him walking afar off, with a rake in his hand. He was the most beautiful man I had seen in a while. Bald and bronzed, His magnanimous muscles and chiseled face glistened with sweat. I almost forgot why I was there, looking at that tall cool drink of awesomeness. I gathered myself quickly and approached my Grandmother's grave. She's the reason I'm in France in the first place. Nana Kay died 3 weeks ago, peacefully in her sleep, at 97 years old.
By Mary R Holt-Willis5 years ago in Confessions
“Swissy”
The first day of the rest of her life ended with a list and started with a glass of merlot. Olive had only been separated for a few short months. She had gone out on dates with a couple of men. She saw dating as a distraction from her life. The life was completely turned upside down and she saw no future with any of the men on “The List.” She joked with her friends and they even had made up nicknames for them. Dustin “The face", Jonsey " The coach”, and Micheal "the Viking”.
By Sulivan Street 5 years ago in Confessions
The Best Date I Never Had
As I sit and stare at the menu of a moderately expensive Italian restaurant, I wonder if my date is ever going to show up. I’m at the end of my 3 month free trial with a dating app I never wanted to join in the first place, and every single one of the dates I’ve gone on so far has been a dud. Between the nagging of my best friend and the constant reminders from my mother that I’m not getting any younger, I decided to throw my hat in the ring of online dating.
By Jessica Nicole5 years ago in Confessions
Red Flags
After I broke up with my ex, I went on a string of first dates that were bizarre, but always ended for principled reasons. The first was a man I had met on the dating app Tinder. Jake was tall, with dark hair and a friendly smile. We exchanged witty banter for a few days then agreed to meet at a bar in Astoria. We met up on the street corner, shook hands, and started walking towards Freddie’s Wine Bar. While we were walking he asked me if I worked out and when I told him I did, he asked how I liked to work out. At the time I rarely went to a yoga class and ran several times a week. “Yeah I can tell, you’re pretty skinny,” he said, which should have been a red flag him triggering me about my weight. But I let the date continue.
By Sarah Frances Hicks5 years ago in Confessions
The Gym
Left. Left. Left. “Ugh”. I feel like all of these dating apps are the same. I’m seeing all the same people writing the same things in all of their profiles. I mean I do the same but, that’s beside the point. I think I’ve tried at least ten so far. I shouldn’t be surprised this is a dud, yet I am. This is what I get for reading so many romance novels as a child.
By IntrovertedExrovert5 years ago in Confessions
A Night of Solace
I tugged at my dress as I entered the restaurant-bar. I mentally kicked myself in the behind for dressing uncomfortably on a first date. Who does this to themselves? I thought. I shook my head at myself. I wore one of those body-con dresses that hugs oh too tightly. I could barely breathe.
By Diana Sambula5 years ago in Confessions
Cajolery Of Hers
Cajolery Of Hers Author: Olivia (F.D.) Grace Why do you no longer speak to anyone, Grace asked? The best friends were packing together, "You spoke beautifully to people. You spoke with power, too many. "It's not that I don't talk to people," Olivia replied; it is why the ones who spoke become afraid to descend from their level of dignity from who they are? It seems as if no one can stoop down low enough to hear what I have to say. I've come to an understanding, Grace, that sometimes we have to abase ourselves sufficiently to others and listen; it can often be these writings or notes that are all too difficult. But hard to grasp, or maybe it's too obvious for our careful reflection. "Hey, do you like these heels?" Olivia asked.
By Olivia Grace 5 years ago in Confessions
