Dating
Little ventured
It is a sad cruelty of life that anyone should have to go on a first date at the ripe old age of 63. But the twists and turns of life often deliver us to a station that is far from where we thought we would arrive. These are the thoughts that meandered through her mind as she was getting ready for the unlikely outing.
By Dorothy Prophet5 years ago in Confessions
Mr. Perfect
Such a modern day catch. You begin liking one another’s photos on social media sites. Each heart on Instagram and each thumb up on Facebook from a picture brings greater emotion until one builds up enough courage for that, “Hey, I would like to take you out on a date.” Heart flutters, excitement increases bursting with mixed emotions of wanted things to work better than the last.
By Arianna Redmond5 years ago in Confessions
Reverie Time
It is All Just a Dream, right? Jeremiah was sitting in class spacing out. He sat at the edge of his classroom closest to the window. The clouds in his view reminded him of when he used to play for the school's baseball team. Jeremiah chuckled to the thought of ever playing sports again.
By The Infinite Writer 5 years ago in Confessions
Dream Date
Dream Date The best I never had… Today I’m going to a superbowl party and I don’t know anyone but the host.. Looking for a hook up, wasn’t on my mind I had several contenders in the race that was to be over sooner than later. The house filled with testosterone and team spirit there was plenty of trash talking to go around. A house divided like the eggs I was making the guest started to fill the living room. As the guest start to arrive I’m making devil eggs and this is the first time I have ever made them. Scooping them delicately and placing them on the party tray, one guy kept looking and asked who was I. I started to make the fruit and nut tray and kept my head low I wasn’t drawing any attention to my self. With a variety of beverages from La Tache, to Cosmos, to sex on the beach, to daiquiris.. Our appetizers are ranging from wings, to guacamole, dips to a cheeseboard with; Stilton, fig, grapes, honey, nuts, pears, and shortbread cookies. With all those wonderful smells filling the air, I was done with my task and could enjoy the festivities. The guy who inquired about me introduced himself by the way l’m Shun, hi I’m Renee.. I giggled like a school girl on the yard. He said “ I saw you working hard, those eggs were delicious” I said thanks. He offered to make me a glass of wine he said this was his first time having red wine.
By Brenda Nathan 5 years ago in Confessions
In Vino Verisimilitude
“Savannah !” I called as I saw her enter the patio from the street. I made an effort to say her name in the perfect timbre; happy recognition, a little bit excited, but not overly so. I recognized her from the dress. She’d said she would be wearing a summer dress with big red flowers on a black background. She also wore a floppy brimmed summer hat with a ribbon that matched her dress. I couldn’t immediately make her out from pure facial recognition because of the hat, but i couldn’t miss her chosen semiotic; dark and exotic. For a moment I worried that the hat might conceal that she was much older than her profile pictures, a common sleight in modern romance known as 'catfishing'. But when she was closer I saw that she more than did her pix justice. And I liked that she had dressed up. The beauty of going around a second time in your forties is that you know what you like. I myself had spent hours considering the raw silk trousers, pale blue linen shirt, and brown suede driving loafers I wore. I had agonized about a sport jacket, but finally decided against it because of the heat. It might be too much and I might sweat too much.
By Humberto Da Silva5 years ago in Confessions
"Got Your Nose"
“Got yer noze,” I heard a male voice mumble. “No, you don’t!”, I heard a soft deliberate reply. “Yes, I do! See right here,” he laughed as he presented his right hand, palm up with his thumb squeezed firmly between his index and middle finger to represent her nose. They both giggled aloud oblivious to my presence. I watched, while more listened, as this adorable couple with Down’s Syndrome walked towards me on the river pathway. Repeating this comedic drama over and over as they laughed louder with each act. He would pretend to grab her nose over and over, laughing harder each time. Their voices so sincere. Their love overflowing so much, I almost tripped over it. I could still hear them carrying on as they passed. I swore they were laughing so hard stuff was actually coming out of their noses and possibly his thumb as well.
By Bob Calvin5 years ago in Confessions
Moonlight & Merlot
Let me start by saying that I have not been on a date in a very long time. I was in a relationship for 5 years. I ended it when I realized it was going nowhere. I wasn’t really looking for another relationship, but after 2 years of being alone I decided to jump back into the dating game.
By Teri Brewington5 years ago in Confessions
Drunk Fate
Vinny splashed some aftershave on his face and grinned in the mirror. He walked over to his bedroom and put on his clothes lying on the bed: a cream colored button-down, black pants, and a black jacket. He could hear the phone ringing over the TV playing in the other room. “Eh, they'll call back,” he reasoned. Attempting to sit on the edge of the bed to put on his socks, he stumbled and landed on his rear-end. “Oh no.” He plopped into a sturdier position. His phone blasted its ringtone again. “What? What?!” Vinny marched to the phone to seize this annoyance.
By Steven B5 years ago in Confessions
Merlot
Here I sit in the Central Ave. Café, alone and waiting for my internet date to appear. It’s a comfortable afternoon in July, and I enjoy coming to this Café on dates for three reasons. One, the booze. That’s a no brainer. Relaxed inhibitions and all that. Two, the view of the board walk is incredible, and this spot is surprisingly low key as such. That brings me to three, the cliental is local enough that the place is never empty, and thereby a safe public space. It’s not a rowdy nightclub so you can hear yourself talk. You can feel comfortable here meeting friends or alone, just reading a book and lounging in your casuals. Tonight, I have dolled myself in a floral-patterned House of Foxy top, some thrifted grey chinos, and some enchanting ‘Miss L Fire’ wedges with firebirds across the top. Those are my secret weapon to inspire extra confidence in myself and bring good luck as I embark on new adventures. I enjoy little embellishments in my wardrobe and if they’re whimsical or animal, even better. I wonder if my date will appreciate them.
By Meg Horvath5 years ago in Confessions
Two Uses for a Glass of Merlot
It was about 7pm on a Friday evening when I strode into the popular city restaurant near my office. I had quickly showered at work and changed from my Zegna suit into a white linen shirt and dark chinos. I wore a musky cologne that women seemed to like. Remembering my wedding ring, I quickly slipped it off and slid it into my pocket to avoid awkward questions.
By Aleta Coleman5 years ago in Confessions
