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All about dating. First dates, three years into a relationship, Tinder, and more.
Sweet Release
Abigale Applegate Buttersmith stood in the fairgrounds landing strip, which was really just a cleared area of genetically cloned lawn planted to look like a field on Old Earth. It had what they called the “Fresh Mown Scent” which almost made her gag, but it had a nice intense verdant color rarely seen on the Planet Bradbury. The object of her focus, the reason she was not with the others at the party having a good time, flopped before her: Trebby. Trebby, also known as Bartholomew Bertram Buttersmith, her on again and off again ex husband, sat encased in forty-five kilos of augmented baby blue sugar floss. Currently, they were on their first date since their last divorce. Their status could change again, though, depending on the night and if he kept his mouth shut.
By Douglas P. Marx6 years ago in Humans
Red Wine and Risotto
It’s the little things that matter, you know? That’s why they stick out sometimes: they’re small, but they let you know they’re there in a big way. I’d been out of the ‘game’ for so long… It’s easy to forget. I hadn’t been on a first date in over 4 years. I’d built this up in my mind so much that nothing could be small. This was huge, and it was crushing me. But, it had finally gotten to the point where the thing that scared me more than anything else was NOT doing it. So, I went all in.
By Richard Montgomery6 years ago in Humans
Blind Mate
"Hey Girlie! What's Up. I know you are trying to do the 'I'm happy being single, loving me, I can take care of myself cuz I'm a strong, Black, beautiful woman thing right now, but I have someone I want you to meet. He's a good, well seasoned man, and I think you all have a lot in common."
By Ayisha Zakia6 years ago in Humans
Summer Fling
I was convinced there was nothing less attractive than knee-length shorts. The ones I wore for work were baggy and only came in the ugliest shade of beige. I had just finished my third year of college and, after failing to secure a lucrative internship, I came back to work at the day camp I had attended as a child. Khaki shorts hadn’t seemed so bad then. Now I only focused on the fabric scratching my thighs.
By Celia Janes6 years ago in Humans
