dating
All about dating. First dates, three years into a relationship, Tinder, and more.
Wine and Free Spirits
I can't escape it. Whenever I look for red wine, I see her face. Every time I look at its deep crimson hue, I remember her dark hair, red lipstick, nails, and the scent of her perfume. Her graceful walk, breathtaking smile, and intense dark eyes were imprinted in my mind's eye. The glasses I drink remind me of her shape. The fragrance takes me back to that one night in Carla's Vineyard when I laid eyes upon her for the first time and heard the soft sweetness of her voice. It was a simpler time when we could have a romantic night out with just the two of us, fine dining, and a bottle of Merlot.
By Jonathan Hirschberg6 years ago in Humans
Foreshore
We’re sat on the beach on a small blue blanket. The waves roll in gently under a light grey sky, the sea breeze gently caressing my cheeks. My right hand is wrapped around another; large and rough yet just as warm and comforting. My gaze drifts towards birds soaring in the distance, and I take another sip from my merlot.
By Ariel Bloch6 years ago in Humans
"It's Okay To Try Again"
It's been 40 years since the last time I went on a date. I was a trim, long-legged 19-year-old with long blonde bouncy curls who loved to laugh. His name was Henry and I thought he was the most handsome man I had ever met. Fast forward and two years later I ended up marrying him and having 5 beautiful children. I wish I could say our love had no downfalls but Henry always made it seem like fun. It was supposed to be forever but forever turned up a little too soon for my liking. That nasty Black Lung Cancer from working in the coal mines finally caught up to him. He fought like a champ though and we got to have 8 extra years past what the doctor said he would live.
By Dorothy May Staley6 years ago in Humans
The First Date
It has been five years since Lana has gone on a date, such a familiar concept; yet the experience incredibly foreign to her. Now in her spacious room, sitting in her favorite tattered blue couch looking into space twirling a strand of her long brown hair contemplating what her make-up would look like, what type of hairstyle to do and last, but not least what outfit to wear. The only thing that she knew for sure in this beautiful mix day of Spring with a hint of Summer was that she was wearing the black leather Tory Burch sandals that her sister, Sienna, gave her for her graduation. This important choice is because she had gotten a red gel pedicure and the color complimented her fair complexion; it goes without saying that her toes were looking extremely cute. After twenty minutes of her considering what she would look like tonight, she got up and went rummaging through her closet to see what outfit would look nice for this first encounter. As this was happening Lana began to ponder about how Sienna and her friends got her to say “yes” to the date.
By Aileen Fernandez6 years ago in Humans
Clearly Not a Sommelier
6:52 PM - As I drive to the bar, I try to ignore the bubbling anxiety resulting from the fact that as of right now I am exactly 22 minutes late. Punctuality is something that I try to be courteous of, however, earlier this afternoon I got sucked into my infinitely accumulating inbox and completely lost track of time.
By Faith Margeaux6 years ago in Humans
Boats, Floats, & Okie Dokes
The breeze swayed gently in the night on the dimly lit rooftop but was still enough to send a shiver running down Akeelah’s back. It was a beautiful night in the city, the sky clear and crisp, the occasional star twinkling against the deep blanket of indigo. Other patrons, who dined at tables nearby, filled the open space with light chatter and laughter, the clattering of their utensils sending mellowed pings throughout the air as smooth jazz played lightly in the background.
By Patricia Ranee 6 years ago in Humans
Chaika
With a guttural, heaving outbreath, Freija slumped forward onto the smooth pine boards of her apartment, exhausted, smiling. Seven weeks into her high-intensity home workout regime had left her stronger than ever, and she relished the endorphin release following a strenuous set, pushing herself further each time. Lying on the floor, utterly spent, but very alive, had become a common experience for Freija - but not the most glamorous, she thought to herself, as she sucked in air, filling her desperate lungs. A few minutes spent watching the frosted landscape stretching out below her window was all the recovery she needed, and, rising to her feet with feline poise and grace, she flicked on the stereo and headed to the bathroom. As the primal, animalistic cries and wails of Eivor filled the silence, Freija peeled her damp clothes from her lithe frame, leaving them in a crumpled pile on the floor, and stepped into the shower. She closed her eyes and let the soft warmth of the water soothe her muscles, as the music tugged gently on the threads of her ancestry, calling over mountains, forests, ice, forged in fire and darkness.
By Sam Watson6 years ago in Humans
I didn't even get a sip
It was a long arduous time for the world at one point in time, one series of vaccinations, a few more convictions of opportunists and all six of the refund checks later and John finally found himself in the open among other people who were finally free of masks. The scenes unfolding around him would have been strange before now with all of the long sustained hugs around him that looked something like the quiet breeze before a giant orgy breaks out. The people of the world were finally free to give each other hugs and since so much time was spent in isolation long hugs weren't so awkward anymore they were an unspoken agreement amongst the masses. Never mind all that now, John was after something a little more intimate and private. A series of texts, long Skype sessions and stimulating watch party discussions later John was about to go on a date with Samantha. This particular date was unique not only was this the first real date they ever had in person but this would the first time they had actually seen each other. I know, I know as cheesy as it sounds Samantha and John were stimulated by different means altogether. After all the time the world wasted on the way people looked John and Samantha initially came to agree that neither of them were going to peek at each other's social media to see what the other looked like but instead challenged, complimented and compiled as much information about each other as possible so that their first meeting was not tainted with superficial expectation but grounded with foundational roots in one simple core value they agreed was most important of all after getting out of their share of abusive relationships: Personality is the key to being happy with someone, it's never in how someone looked but it's in who they are. So they built their foundation slowly, with every podcast listened to, books read and even the seedy topic of religion came into the fray between them and after they both came to the conclusion that they weren't trying to convert one another they kept "meeting". John stopped right before a quietly lit patio space in front of a black oakwood bar, The Steaming Tugboat, and checked his watch. It was half past eight, right on time. The bar was one of the few places that remained empty since it was so dimly lit, most people went for the bright shining spaces that shed bright luminescent lights over everyone's faces whereas Samantha and John were pretty adamant about having an intimate candlelit dinner buttoned with adult playtime later. It was a mutual agreement there as well, being horny only made you human. With a slight chuckle to himself and a slight adjustment of his tie he waltzed in and was guided to a small corner booth in the wide room with a few scattered couples who had the same idea they had by a neatly dressed maître's
By Kassy Mannoua Amoi6 years ago in Humans
