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Blind Date Magnate
Dating over 60. At this age, it seems like it takes a lot of work. You look at things differently when you are older. We are a little more set in our ways and unwilling to give up that space to just anyone. At least for me, it is. Dating as a single mom of four was a challenge. My children were a little rough on the guys I dated. I'm not sure how far down the road some of my dates got when they figured out one or two tires were a bit low, but it wasn't hard for me to figure out how it happened. Four "it wasn't me" answers are how I figured we had a ghost kid who got the blame for everything that mysteriously happened. There were the guys who would call, and my daughter would answer and tell them I was busy, "my mom's not available right now, she's raising her kids; call back," she looks over at my youngest son, "in about ten years."
By Paula Cushman4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions Of A 40-Year-Old Tomboy
I’m not girly enough. I have always veered toward all things prescribed as male activities. As a child, I loved Lincoln Logs, Matchbox cars, and action figures. I played video games. I wanted to be an archeologist and travel the world digging up dinosaur bones and discovering lost civilizations. I raced with the boys in the neighborhood, easily outrunning them with my long legs. I enjoyed watching football and hockey, often lamenting the fact that when the boys played those sports, I couldn’t play along. They feared I’d get hurt, but I didn’t care. The scars didn’t bother me. Scars were the evidence of a good time, a game well played.
By That Writer Chick4 years ago in Confessions
The Real Life Of A Single Mom
I’m becoming sentimental. While planning my daughter’s sweet sixteen birthday party, to be held in a few months, my mind has been drifting. I keep thinking about time’s swift passage. And I have been trying to come to terms with my baby turning sixteen. I am ready to celebrate this milestone in my daughter’s development, but I wish I had magical powers to turn back the hands of time.
By Dr Deborah M Vereen4 years ago in Confessions
Searching for Male Friendship in a Lonely World
A few nights ago, I met up with a buddy of mine here in Los Angeles. His fiancée had flown to San Francisco while he stayed behind with their dogs. The two of us are close, but not too close. Sometimes I feel like I know his dogs better, and that's why I reached out to him.
By Sawyer Phillips8 months ago in Confessions
This is Why I Had To Shutdown My First Ever Business Despite Making $1000 With It
In 2017, I was into my final year of college, where I pursued my bachelor's in mechanical engineering. But to be honest, I didn't know a jack sh*t about mechanical engineering and what a mechanical engineer is supposed to do in real jobs.
By Rahul Thakur4 years ago in Confessions
The "Pet Peeve" Edition
Two years into this and everyone is annoyed, right? What were once minor grievances have now escalated to anger inducing tantrums. I don't go out much, but I did on Thursday. It had snowed, the roads were slippery and drivers had to be extra vigilant. I saw a small car (I mean small enough that even a child could reach the roof) coming towards me and the only snow that had been removed was what the windshield wipers had pushed off. A while ago, I would have just rolled my eyes. Three days ago, I saw fit to yell obscenities (pointless, I know - no one could hear me) and flip him the bird.
By Karena Graca4 years ago in Confessions
i hate kissing you.
I hate kissing you. I hate kissing you because it's all I want to think about for days, the way you taste and the way you'd hold my face, and the way you'd breathe against my neck. I hate kissing you. I hate lying in your bed, waiting for you to close the curtains, waiting for you to climb into bed and under my arms. I hate kissing you. I hate waking up and tracing your stupid tattoos, I hate your morning breath, and I hate the way you hold me so hard against you because I'm so warm and soft, as you say.
By brooke4 years ago in Confessions
Diamonds Give Me Heartburn
I think I was nine when my Nana took me to get my ears pierced. She might have been more excited about it than I was. She even bought me a little pair of diamond chip earrings to switch into once I was healed. “These are very special and expensive,” she said, placing the velvet box into my hand. “You have to take good care of them.”
By Leslie Writes4 years ago in Confessions
Will I ever be someone's Valentine?
Longing for what others had When I was in the 4th grade a girl in my class received a box of Valentine's candy from a 5th-grade boy. She was about to turn 12 was fully developed and more mature than the rest of us 9 and 10-year-olds so it seemed appropriate that she was the one. She had breasts, wore a bra and had hair underneath her arms and I saw her as the image of what would befall the rest of us in a few years.
By Cheryl E Preston4 years ago in Confessions
