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20 Bad Dates
Realistically, I know within the first fifteen minutes of meeting a guy whether or not I'm going to like him.... until we get drunk. (Note: I don't drink anymore). It's funny how our rose colored beer goggles turn a guy into dateable material when they really should've been a booty call. I've had booty calls, friends with benefits, and I'm an ungirlfriend now.
Susan EileenPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsBlind 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."
Paula CushmanPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsI Have a Journalism Degree but I'm Not A Journalist
After getting my bachelor’s degree in journalism from a top university in Texas and attempting twice to get a master’s in journalism from two different schools, I have learned one important thing.
Maggie ElizabethPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsConfessions 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.
That Writer ChickPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsThe 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.
Dr Deborah M VereenPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsSearching for Male Friendship in a Lonely World
A few nights ago, I met up with a buddy of mine here in Los Angeles. His fiancé had flown to San Francisco while he stayed behind with their dogs, who I sometimes look after. 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.
Stephen PhillipsPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsFrom Talking Chickens To Flying Beer Bottles —
Standing in front of the stage with four of my colleagues, I looked out over the 40,000 capacity arena and realized that soon it would be filled with about as many screaming 12-year-old girls.
Paul 'The Brick' BrecPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsThis 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.
Rahul ThakurPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsThe "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.
Karena GracaPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsSomething I Can't Tell My Mum
My mum is my hero, but I don't think I'll ever tell her. Not for any tragic reason, she didn't die or abandon me. Or any other poetically awful thing that might have torn us apart.
Joanna LynnePublished 2 years ago in Confessionsi 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.
brookePublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsDiamonds 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.”
Leslie WritesPublished 2 years ago in Confessions