Call it Fate
I made an unnecessary loud sigh while looking out across the parking lot from my vehicle. I didn’t know how I let my friends convince me to go against what I said I would never do again. I flipped down the sun visor and slid open the mirror to examine my face for the umpteenth time. No pimples had popped up in the last 15 minutes. No puffiness around the eyes, nothing peeking from my nose. He seemed genuine enough when we talked on the phone and boy was, he patient. This is our third time trying to meet up…or should I say this is the third time I had agreed to meet him, and hopefully I could swallow my nerves enough to follow through. My mind went back to three years ago when I tried the online dating thing for the first time. Things were so different. For one, we were not dead smack in the middle of a pandemic and two I was way more optimistic then. I should have put things in perspective after filing the restraining order against the guy, even though it wasn’t really that much of a horrible ordeal. It was only one date and meeting up and finding a man that looks nothing like his profile, holding roses, a portfolio and a cat did nothing to make me question my judgement even a little bit. I could look past him being 5 inches shorter than I was. I could look past the beer belly. I mean I barely even flinched over what turned out to be nudie pictures in his portfolio. It was the cat that did me in. I hate cats. People got "Cat fished" all the time. It was my first go at it, I almost expected it. The only reason the restraining ordeal was filed was because he kept coming to my place of business apologizing for the cat.
Merlot and Lies
I moved to Washington D.C. six months ago. I always dreamed of being a 5’9 “IT” girl living in a bustling metropolis; skulking around in fabulous clothes; dating gorgeous men; and sharing stories you only tell close friends who help bury a dead bodies (you know what I mean).
My bedroom resembled a closing down sale in a clothes shop, I was less than one hour away from my dream date and I was starting to get anxious. Mum had promised that she’d washed and ironed them, yet they were nowhere to be seen.
My 1st Date & a glass of Merlot Wine
It was march 21st the 1st day of spring. The sky was dark, thundering and raining. I had just pulled up, got out of my car with my umbrella and keys in hand. A high wind shifted toward my direction. When all of a sudden, I immediately felt a forceful shove. This nearly shook me and left me standing there froze, cold in my tracks. 5:30am I wasn't expecting anyone to be out and about lurking.
The Land of Dreams and a Cheater’s Paradise
Four years ago, my life was at its pinnacle. I had recently completed my undergraduate degree with first-class honours, gotten my first managerial job at the age of twenty-two, and I was sure I had met the man I would spend the rest of my life with. I met him at work, and despite my rule of never dating a colleague, I fell for him. We embarked on what seemed to be a beautiful romantic journey. After dating for a while, we opted to move in together. That was my first time living with a man, but it was a seamless transition that prompted me even to introduce him to my dad. My father and I weren't and still aren't very close, so that was also a first. Though I didn't hesitate to tell my friends and family members about him, I hadn't declared our relationship at work. He would pick me up and drop me off half a block away when we commuted together. We would then greet each other at work as though we didn't spend the night wrapped in each other's arms. I felt like a teenager all over again and was undoubtedly having the time of my life.
It was the merlot
The day I met you you told me that you loved me. It wasn't in the words that you said it was the way that no matter what I had on that night, or didn't, that didn't matter to you. All you cared about was my eyes. I reclined the chair back and crossed my legs like a lady but the next puff I took out that cigarette could have been big enough for a grown man, but you didn't care about that. You just stayed seated in your upright position and kept staring at me. At first I didn't think much of it, I'm used to men staring at me but that weird vibe I usually get alongside the displaced stares I didn't get from you. But instead of thinking too much more into it I just layed farther back in my seat, of your car, right next to you. "Can you roll down your window please" he looked displaced like he's never seen a girl he didn't know be so comfortable in his car, which comes to find out later was actually a good thing. "You want some of this" I held up a bottle of Merlot with one hand and grabbing it by its neck like a dead animal I'd just killed. He looked displeased, "I'll pass" and just kept staring out the front window. I put the bottle down but now holding it in between my legs as I turned my body more to face him, only uncrossing my legs enough so the bottle would fit, and asked "what's your problem"
The Last Room
The Last Room It is a sunny spring Friday morning when Nancy, a young woman in her 20’s decided to leave the big city and move back to her hometown, Kingstown. Nancy has history in Kingstown and wanted to reconnect with her friends and family. As Nancy thought about the return to Kingstown, she considered an older house at the corner of Wesley Ave. A one-story home with a charming front porch. Knowing that it would be a lot of work to make it home, Nancy decided to buy it and fix it up herself.
This is hell of cliché but here goes nothing. Dear life, Here we go again with this thing called life why is this hard and why are people so difficult why is life so dreadful but yet so flamboyance. Do not know about you but I just want to be happy in life so is it I do I make it difficult? am I difficult to love and be happy with? Let us have a talk about the most non-existing thing called love.
I “So, are you a foodie?” He asked, smirking as he took a sip of his whiskey. His appearance is quaint. He’s dressed up for today, wearing a red button down and dress pants. I’ve been on a date almost every day this week, and most guys have dressed pretty casually. He’s uptight; I can tell. I feel bad almost; my outfit is shit really. I should have worn a dress, but you know, hindsight is 20-20. I’m not sure what he meant by that. Am I a foodie? Does he mean do I like cooking, or does it mean if I like food? Who doesn’t like food? Someone who doesn’t like food might as well not like air. It’s just plain weird. His condescending smirk suggests that the question had a double meaning. I think he knows that it is a common question, but he’s probably said it to suggest I might not look how he thought I would. I replied, “Well, kind of… but not really. I’m good at cooking so I guess…it’s hard to dislike food if it tastes really good.” I gave an inviting smile, hiding that I found that question insulting. Why would he ask that... do I seem fat to you? I know we met on the internet but come on! Have some decency. You’re not so great yourself! At least please try to hide your inner thoughts for goodness sake.
A Late Bloomer Part 3
I was in transitional housing waiting on my apartment to be finished. Before that, I was sleeping in my car after losing my job. All this was after Tara. I had moved so many times before so I was ready to call somewhere home finally. I had a cousin nearby and all because of him, I met her. I met Chelle at the end of what was the most difficult and confusing time in my life. She was on time but at the same time, she wasn't. I wasn't ready for anyone else to fall in love with me or vice versa. I had just really let the shit go with Tara. I still do not regret meeting Chelle tho til this day. Let's find out why shall we?
Adam and Don had been friends for a while now. Adam confesses his undying love to Don, under a street light in the middle of the night.
our own weird
My dates don’t go as planned. I am an older man in the dating scene so I tend to get dates that are well interesting. One such date I am glad to reflect was very interesting. She wanted to drive herself to the restaurant so I thought "ok" she is independent so I also drove to the restaurant. I go in and find she had picked a table. I went over to see a woman that I did not recognize. She was still nice looking and sweet but heavy just to be nice. All the pictures I had seen where from 10 years ago. But I was a heavy dude myself I was not going to complain about something I have problems with myself. I give the waitress an order for 2 glasses of Merlot.