Dating
She Knew the Wine
“Can we go to lunch early today?” Kate yelled into the phone as soon as Rachel answered. “Well, hello to you too. I’m fine. How are you?” Rachel said in a falsetto that would impress Barry Gibb.
J. G. GourleyPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsOne Glass of Merlot
I’ll move the glass of merlot again, just a little bit closer to the edge of the table, in case Derek can’t see it. I am sitting at a small table for two in a quaint French bistro in Manhattan. I find myself fidgeting in my seat, waiting for my date. I met Derek in an online wine discussion forum. For six months we have chatted, first on the group page and then through text. We discussed our love of wine, food, and travel. Last week while we were talking, we discovered we were both single and only lived two hours from one another. It had been Derek’s idea to meet, and I had gladly accepted. The more we talked, the more I realized how much we had in common, until now, that is…
Terrie LewisPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsUnintended Consequences of Covid-19
I am a bit of a geek. This is something that I have always known about myself. In March 2007, I started dabbling in virtual worlds. I ran a nightclub, bought and sold land, made things. I did many of the usual things people who inhabit virtual worlds do. I had a group of friends from those early years that endured, for the most part. Although much like real life, some disappeared never to be seen again. Sometimes you had disagreements with people. Virtual living is just living, after all.
JoJoBonettoPublished 3 years ago in Confessions"I Know What I Saw..."
We got to the club around ten and did our usual, chasin’ the women and all that, but we kept drinkin’ for a while. Check it out, there were these chicks sittin’ in a lounge area and there was this one that had these big-ass—she had large breasts. I asked her to dance and we had danced together a good while when she invited me to her place. She was fine, too, well, in the club anyway.”
Marvin C. ReidPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsDream Date
Dream Date “Must wear white” or that’s what stood out about the article. It said that a celebrity wore white for months to subliminally have her man think of her in a wedding dress. My apartment was scattered with the latest magazine issues; “Single and Ready to Mingle”, “Always a Bridesmaid? How to walk down your own aisle”, and my personal favorite; “Ripe and Ready to be picked!” Based on everyone else’s standards, I was pass my prime, thirty-five, single, never married, and no kids. I had nowhere to go but up.
Dee WilPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsFriday Flash – First Date
Friday Flash – First Date Apri 1 2021 7:07pm. I’m sitting at the table near the window. us Parker to book a table with such a lovely view. The first time I read his profile on Match, I knew he would be a man of taste. I can look out into the landscaped garden to my left, and if I look to my right I can see the door. I wonder if this was Parker’s intention, to sit here and watch me make my entrance. Of course, Parker would need to be here first, and he’s not. Still, he’s only seven minutes late. He couldn’t have known I’d be early due to nerves. He’s probably parking the car right now.
Jaramie KinseyPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsA Date to Say Bye-Bye To My Love
11th July 2007; it was a special day for me. I left the office early to go home and dress up in my best formals. I was going to start my MBA journey.
Kavi KamatPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMismatched
We have all been on those dates that we know from the very beginning or soon after that it's doomed. We wonder, how the heck do we get out of it? How do we walk away and keep some bit of dignity intact? How do we conclude the date without causing a scene or ill feelings?
A. L. JobrailPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsCall 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.
Kristie GlassPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMerlot 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).
Michele SmallsPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsSaving Grace
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.
Eric HarveyPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMy 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.
Annette WilsonPublished 3 years ago in Confessions