dating

All about dating. First dates, three years into a relationship, Tinder, and more.

Fate Allows
The park bench had become his respite. A place of peace & solace. It had been five years since he lost Evelyn. Still, He felt fragmented. Incomplete. As if a part of his soul was tethered so strongly to hers the bond could not let her go without a piece of him going with her. He finally understood what people meant when they said they held on to things, places, anything to remember & to keep that bond. They felt incomplete without their loved one. A literal missing piece to make up for.
By Robert Wray6 years ago in Humans
Wandering Whisky and Brandy Encounters
My life was deliberately isolated this summer. Being made redundant should have been a disaster, and in fact it was in many ways, but I had almost welcomed the end of the daily city rat race. Driving out of the city to the beach, I did my usual walk to re-centre at the ocean. The rental sign was sitting there almost obscured by the beach grass. If the wind hadn’t been blowing at just the right angle, and I hadn’t passed by at just the right time, I may not have seen it. It was meant to be. I called, viewed it and moved in. I had longed to spend real time on my book experimenting with my recipes, finally putting my culinary education to work. The house had a ‘to die for kitchen’ for me to hide away and work in all summer.
By Lesley Raymond6 years ago in Humans
Martin. Me. Merlot.
Ring Ring Ring “Morning Mom” “Yes, I just woke up.” Sigh “Amen.” “Call you when I’m done.” “I love you.” “Thanks for being supportive.”
By Joia 'me' Brown6 years ago in Humans
Mr. Merlot
Mr. Merlot By L. Kathleen Brost “Well,” Katie said. “I’m really sorry, but it looks like he’s not coming after all,” Katie hoped her expression would not convey the roller-coaster her emotions were riding.
By L. Kathleen Brost6 years ago in Humans
Cabin 5
This Tuesday I tear into a bottle of store-bought wine as my best friend struggles to close her suitcase, her large afro bouncing as she knees the side closed and it looks like she’s losing.
By AMK6 years ago in Humans
Never Enough
With how horrible my romantic life had been going I was ready for this blind date. Most of the guys I had been out with lately were fancy and from the city. I was getting exhausted with their pretense, even though it was similar to what I grew up with. Silicon Valley types seem to all blur together after a while. They’re really into craft beer and wear anything with the Patagonia label on it. They just got into biking and have ‘share the road’ stickers on their car. They dress in a way that says, ‘yeah I was just hanging out with Brad at that cool bar downtown but if you want to go for a hike right now I totally can’.
By Kate Pray6 years ago in Humans
First Dates
A sliver of the setting sun blinded Tina as the door of the restaurant opened. A man walked in, streaked in blood. “Tina?”
By Shannon Gillespie6 years ago in Humans
Collaboration of sorts
Hello everyone, my name is Eric Phoenix and there is something to be said about opportunities and how they can spontaneously manifest out of thin air.
By CR. Phoenix 6 years ago in Humans
Worth The Wait
“ In 2016 when I decided to take a break from relationships to reconnect with myself, I never imagined it would be this long. Thanks to the coronavirus meeting new people has become even harder. The closest I was getting to meeting the man of my dreams would be in my dreams because it was not happening while I was awake.
By Virginia R. Morgan6 years ago in Humans
Flavors of Red
“Are you nervous about tonight?” asked Marcus. “A little. She hasn’t spoken to me since she got back from Atlanta.” said Aiden.
By Jeremy Edwards6 years ago in Humans
Stilted Heart
Women of a certain age are given specific paths, and if you don't follow, you fall off. You become irrelevant. Unless, by some miracle, you find yourself, while falling through the sky, on that cliff dive. And then that swan song becomes your triumphant melody carrying you through the ages.
By Holly Ann Loughry6 years ago in Humans
Neon Groove
John had the Doors album and the bottle of Saint-Emilion ‘92 La Mondotte Merlot balanced on the railing of the balcony. In all honesty he had no idea what that meant, but someone had affixed a hastily-written post-it note on the side, proclaiming THIS SHIT COST ALMOST $300 SO DON’T DRINK IT DEREK!!!
By Steve Hanson6 years ago in Humans