Dating
Train Stations
Train Stations. Were they made to bring people together or part them forever? A thousand steps stomped to one another’s rhythm, some in hurry; others in peace. A myriad of voices in a race to reach their listener’s ear, yet many dissipated in the vast space of the colossal waiting hall, unheard. Felt like the building had not been renovated since the beginning of time or were the cracks on its walls the scars of all the longing hearts that had always waited here; right here, where I stood.
By Zekerie Redzheb5 years ago in Confessions
If only the goggles were still on.
Just like that the white carpet turned to red as the spill continued to drip down the coffee table. That wasn’t the only thing that turned red, luckily my face was the only one to change, but maybe he was too quick to get up to even share a new filter on his face. My rosed cheeks of blushing turned to tomato red as the embarrassment sunk in. Not only did I spill the Merlot wine, I broke the glass leaving a glisten as the candles’ flames sound their way to the shards of glass. He gathers the paper towels laughing as i’m hesitantly cleaning the mess with the napkins provided on the table.
By Valentine Casey5 years ago in Confessions
Dinner
Being young and getting with an alcoholic you don't realize all the challenges you're going to experience. I was a popular girl, with many friends, a cheerleading squad, pep band, and many other activities. That all changed around the age of 17. I became sheltered with no friends, focused on the one and only alcoholic. I think after you put up with so much, you become weaker and weaker, you become brainwashed. You believe all those things he has told you for so many years you begin to believe you are worthless and can't do anything correctly, and no one else would want you, and you are a complete failure. I thought this was okay though because this was with the person I believed I loved. At that time in my life, I thought that was important. There was a night that he and I decided to go out have a dinner date. This was a very embarrassing night. I had no idea it was going to be like this. I still think about him from time to time. we were in a restaurant, we were actually enjoying our time together. I was happy and excited, I need a good night with him. Then an argument started, I had opened my mouth about his drinking and asked him to stop. I regretted saying something the moment the words came out of my mouth. In the middle of the restaurant full of people, he started screaming and yelling telling me I was a worthless bitch, a fat bitch that he couldn't stand. People were watching his every move, I was crying. He proceeded by throwing his drink across the restaurant. As he stood up he flipped the table, I had jumped out of the way, he was headed for the door. I was behind his trying to calm him down, apologizing for my actions and now regretting bringing up anything. As he got close to the car he speeded up jumped in, and locked the doors fast. I was knocking on the glass begging for him to let me in. Thinking no way he was going to drive off. Then off he went left me there standing in the middle of the parking lot. He left me there, an hour drive away from home no cell phones at the time. I started walking I was crying nowhere to go or anyone to call. My mother and I at the time didn't talk, because she disliked him very much, and no money. I walked for hours and hours, finally got some change from someone at the gas station so I could make a call from a payphone. my sister-in-law answered the phone. I told her what had happened and ask her to come to get me. I told her I would continue walking until I met up with her. she finally arrived, we talked on the way home but nowhere to go. I had to go right back to him. When I got home, I walked in the door and he was laying on the couch and started laughing ask me how I got my fat ass home. He said I thought I finally got rid of your fat ass. I continued to cry, he wouldn't let me leave him but, tormented me at the same time. It was embarrassing and heartbreaking that the person I thought I loved would do this. I forgave him once again. All because I was a kid in love, or what I thought was love. I thought about leaving him so many times but, when I did he would make my life a living hell.
By Lizzy Allen5 years ago in Confessions
DayDream Date
———— “Dahling, it’s our private reserve,” the waiter said. You’ll love it.” She was looking over the wine selection and had chosen a merlot for it’s full bodied taste, like herself she chuckled. Alejandro had messaged her. He was running late. Her eyes disappeared into the pool of the dark spicy liquid. The taste made her think of plums, dark chocolate, and prunes maybe, as her nose wrinkled. She imagined herself swimming around in it barely clothed with her new beau.
By Danya White5 years ago in Confessions
A Song For Melanie
In the fall of 1988 , Nineteen year old James Belfold had been a extremely shy child as well as a teen. The last few years of Senior High he developed enough courage to join some friends in a music group as their lead vocalist and guitarist. James and his buddies had a blast performing at local Schools, Music Festivals, Beach Gatherings and even some Weddings. Around this time ,through all this attention and local fame he began to gain enough confidence to approach and speak to girls. At one show at Kalamalka Beach in Vernon B.C. he passed by a lady who struck up a conversation with him. She asked him if he would like to sit and they had a very entertaining and polite visit. He continued to perform that night and after the show they proceeded to talk. She introduce herself as Melanie, and explained she was from Enderby B.C. Just north of Vernon and she really enjoyed the Band's music and sound, Particulary his voice. He then explained that they would be performing at the Falkland Hotel the following weekend which is a neighboring town west of Enderby. They met that weekend and they had hit off once again. Melanie then gave James her home number and James indeed gave her his, Despite warnings from his buddies in the Band that it was not a wise choice, But he felt Melanie was just a bubbly outgoing woman that was indeed harmless, through their conversations she was nine years older which was fine. As a few months pressed on, she was always at the shows and always so supportive, But James's friends were getting alarmed at every break she was backstage, Not really a nuisance, but constantly "there". The following weekend James and his band were performing at the Packinghouse Pub in Kelowna when he recieved a phone call from Melanie if he would join her for a coffee just before the show, he kindly obliged her and they met for an hour. That night the performance went on and James and his Band recieved glowing reviews in Kelowna's two local newspapers. This impressed Melanie so much she began to bring family members as well as some friends to the shows. She also began secretly telling some of them that James and her were an item. He did like her but unfortuntely he was not attracted to her in any other way. Two weekend's later the Band performed at club called Night Moves in Penticton B.C . On this occasion Melanie was not there, A young lady by the name of Shelly had been in the audience and enjoyed the show, she was a fan of all music any format, But particulary enjoyed what James and his band were performing which ranged from Blues, Country, Country Rock. James was so taken by her charm, looks and knowledge of music he asked her to have dinner with him at the Plazza Motel in Penticton the following night because they were perfoming another show, she willingly accepted. The dining room there was not fancy but it was far from cheap. James not really knowing what to do asked his drummer Mark what indeed to dine with, Mark suggested Merlot a popular red wine, A wonderful taste and not too expensive, When Shelly arrived they chatted, dined, laughed and shared ideas and thoughts of music and life in general. They decided to keep in contact and continue seeing each other. This went on for two months , James and the guys in the band wanted to take some time off, he would keep in contact with Melanie, But never brought up Shelly, thinking that he and Melanie were friends, but not according to her. After the two months the band was scheduled to perform at the Parrot's Perch, a small club in Summerland B.C. just nine miles north of Penticton. On arrival while the band was setting up to perform ,both Melanie and Shelly arrived, Some of the same audience members were at the club and noticed James and Shelly being very friendly with one another and had seen them together at the Restaurant a few months ago, James then discovered how some people have amazing memories when they want to. In a matter of minuets, Melanie overheard the conversations and told Shelly that James was " Her Man", before the show or even James imagined, a new "show" was in progress, With Melanie screaming " That all she got was a coffee,, why did Shelly get a glass of Merlot", It would take the owner as well as the bartender and waitress to contain her and have her removed from the club. So much for the romance that James invisioned with Shelly, That expierence had frighten her so bad she moved on. Six months later James met his true love Carol and their love blossomed, but he still thought of both Melanie and Shelly from time to time, Some years later, he would write that whole expierence down with a tune called " A Song For Melanie" But poor James was sworn off Merlot for good!!
By Glen Sobchyshyn5 years ago in Confessions
Bread and Wine
Best Date Ever It finally happened! My secret crush and I were going on a date. It had only been 143 days since I first set eyes on him when I knew this was the “one”. Unbeknownst to this dreamy human, I had been working so many different angles to capture his attention and low and behold, one of them worked!
By Jeanine White5 years ago in Confessions
Can I Touch your hair?
We started talking on a dating app, that rhymes with the word Minder. After a few weeks of back and forth messaging she gave me her number. It started out casual, and our communications would consist of memes or funny situations shared from our daily lives but, There was one night where the conversation jumped to a deeper topic. She shared a meme with a Pokémon on it and that started a 7-hour text conversation about the intricate nature of the Pokémon world. I admitted to her that one of the reasons I majored in Animal science was because of this game, and that most people I talked to thought that it was weird.
By Ian5 years ago in Confessions
No Regrets
Living in New York City can really put a dent in your in finances and I'm not talking about a little dent like the ones you see on car doors that obviously parked to close to another car in the target parking lot, I'm talking about huge dents like a bulldozer hitting a wall of steel, mater of fact lets just say my funds were non existent!
By Krissy Romero5 years ago in Confessions
DVD
We were young and didn't have any children yet, so we always let his sister and brother come over to stay the night. We would play video games, watch movies, and ate popcorn and we made the most out of the night. Just fun nights. One night I rented a DVD from blockbuster for us as we usually did, It was to be returned within the next two days. I went out for work that morning and I had forgotten to grab the DVD, no big deal, I thought. Oh, how wrong I was about that! I came home from work that night, his sister seen me come home and ran across the street to my house wanting to hang out. I was the cool sister-in-law, and I liked the company, Plus he was already drinking and he was already drunk. His sister and I were sitting on the couch, she was telling me about her day and we were laughing and giggling, he heard us. He couldn't stand seeing me happy it was like he would hit me on purpose so my laughing would immediately turn it into crying. He was walking toward the living room and he had seen the DVD and started yelling, I said "I'll take it back tomorrow" he immediately started swinging at me and grabbed me by the neck, choking me. DVD in one hand and my neck in the other, the DVD case went across my face while he was still choking me, I begged and pleaded for him to stop, and by this time I was crying the DVD going across my face over and over again. It felt like the last time he did it as hard as he possibly could, by this time my face felt numb. So numb I started to not be able to feel what was happening at the time. I had thought that it was almost over but then I realized that this is just the beginning of my suffering. Keep it in mind that his sister was still there watching us, she was crying as suspected, because she didn't know what to do or what was happening at the moment. I do remember her asking for him to stop, it was just a DVD, as this happened he just began to get angrier. He still had his hand gripping my throat, he slammed my head into the wall so hard and my head busted through the wall and I was begging him to stop, I couldn't breathe. I was so cautious of what might happen next "I said take back the DVD!" he said, at this moment his sister was so scared she took off running home. I thought to myself that she might have run to go get help, Thank my lucky stars! My head in the wall, his hand around my neck choking me, I was thinking that she finally ran to go get help. He finally took the DVD case and slammed it to the wall 2 inches away from my head, he released my neck and said "Take back the DVD now." It was finally over and come to find out his sister had run across the street into the room because she was so scared to tell anyone including her parents of what happened and what he was doing. I was heartbroken but understood at the same time. She was just a child and for a child that would be a lot to handle and comprehend what happened. I thought someone finally seeing his true personality and seeing his true colors was going to help me. The next day his sister walked up to me and looked me in the eyes and said "I am sorry, I was so scared and I didn't know what to do, I'm so sorry".
By Lizzy Allen5 years ago in Confessions
