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

Le Grand Bal de Klüsterbonk
"Wine is for friends and family!" Séraphine's glare knocked the glass of merlot from my hand, sending the treasure vaulting through the air. For a moment, time seemed to slow. Even the wine's flight seemed otherworldly, like a divinely spun silk rippling on the wind. It commanded the air like an enchantment.
By Theis Orion6 years ago in Humans
A Date with Fate
Vera Pennington adjusted her glasses as she sat pensively looking at the small screen in front of her. She had not expected to find love so quickly. It was hard for her to put the words together but between the half-dozen horrible dates she had subjected herself to this past month alone, what did she think would made “Just Jim” any better or different than the rest of her online suitors? It was a well-known fact amongst all of Vera’s friends that she had all but had given up on the whole idea of dating and finding love when “Just Jim” messaged her that Thursday, a week before her life changed forever. She had been surprised by how easy it was to talk to Jim and their conversations went on for hours and hours and before she knew it, the hours had materialized into days.
By K.H. Obergfoll6 years ago in Humans
It was the wine!
It was the wine! Tolrem, a handsome, tall man in his mid-thirties, walks down the street as a notification goes off on his phone. He glances left then right before crossing the street then reaches for his phone. He opens the text: "Erl has messaged you back". Tolrem abruptly stops, removes his facial covering for some air and opens the thread: "I think the beautiful one here is you”, reads the message from Erl, with a picture of a pretty girl. Tolrem's face is revealed to us for the first time, as a jaw-dropping smile with perfect white teeth shines. His eyes seem drunk in excitement. Tolrem puts the phone back in his coat and, with a spring in his step, walks away. We see other people walk by wearing facial coverings.
By Andres Mejia Vallejo6 years ago in Humans
Missing Chances
S: There is shame in fucking on the first date. E: Says who? S: Maybe we don’t say it anymore, but we still think it. E: Who is ‘we’? Is it you?
By Jaskaran Chauhan6 years ago in Humans
No use crying
The date had started off so well. I had knocked back a rushed gin and tonic before reapplying my lipstick and running out the door. I arrived 10 minutes late, saying very cutely that I had got lost on the way (which wasn’t a complete lie - the winding streets surrounding the Sacré Coeur in Montmartre resembled a tangled ball of wool). We quickly established that we would speak French (even though his English was excellent); après tout, on est à Paris, non? We walked up the steep steps that led to the foot of the cathedral, and I tried not to pant as I cursed the rollie I had smoked out the window while doing my makeup.
By Beth O'Brien 6 years ago in Humans
The Little Blackbird
Dominic paced up and down the street in front of the Little Blackbird cafe, and took some deep, calming breaths. Why couldn't he force his racing brain to come to heel? Stop thinking worst case, start thinking best case. Yes, this was his first date (practically a blind date) with someone he'd met on the internet. But he knew James, they'd been online friends for about five years, and everything in their interactions said he was a nice, kind man who would make a great real-time friend, even if they didn't click physically. It would be all right.
By Linda Coady6 years ago in Humans
A Date To Remember
Mel’s right ring finger tapped at her L key, light enough so it wouldn’t fully press in, yet enough pressure to create a rhythmic, high pitched plunk. She wondered what would happen to her computer if she actually pressed the L hard enough. Would it close out all her tabs? Invite a virus to wipe out her files? Pull out a link to aggressive porn while sharing her screen for all Zoom participants to witness? Or better yet, could it kick her out of this meeting and allow her to blame it on technical issues?
By Suzy Weller6 years ago in Humans
Wings of a Static Dream.
Only remnants of the previous encounter were left to sip upon. If the last conversation was a bird, then the elegant surprise of its open wings was now merely a feather falling from the sky. She cradled this image as it landed in her mind, stroking its softness against her cheek. Looking upwards, high into the clouds, there was a place in which a dream was begging to become a storm. She uncorked the bottle hiding in her bag. The glasses tinkled as the two found themselves testing each other's contours, finally coming free from the tightly wrapped scarf that had held them apart during their long journey together. As she released them from the dark confines that they once shared and placed them on the concrete steps, she felt the smallest droplet of rain meet her face. It was almost imperceptible, but she noticed it nonetheless. She looked up into the nothingness of that foreboding sky, and beneath her mask, allowed herself a rare smile. To the legs that rushed past her on the street that hopeful expression was equally as imperceptible. She poured the wine.
By Rob Payne6 years ago in Humans
Rain, Wine and Magic
“ The ad should have said ‘Personal Slave Wanted’, not 'Personal Assistant to The Chairman’ ", Cole muttered under his breath. His third week on the job and he still had to give himself a pep-talk every morning, “You need the money, you need the money...you need this job...you can do it!” His days were filled with a combination of administrative duties and menial tasks that Cole found insulting at times, everything from coffee runs to picking up dry-cleaning or booking massage appointments. He found his boss, Mr. Blake, to be a pompous, arrogant, finicky jerk. Everything was kept to a very high standard, no short-cuts, no substitutions. He had a taste for the finer things and an ego the size of Texas.
By Daniela G6 years ago in Humans
A Glass of Promise
Madison stole another glance at her phone for what felt like the millionth time today. The presentation was never-ending, and she wondered if she would be left with enough time to get ready for her evening plans. She laughed at herself at the thought of ‘getting ready’ – what she really needed to do was fully transform. She hadn’t slept for days in anticipation of being taken out by Luciano Di Robilant IV, former heir to his parents’ throne. Despite their sudden fall from grace following the unfortunate abolition of his country’s monarchy, he remained very much endowed with a healthy dose of riches and infamy all the same.
By Selma 6 years ago in Humans
A Penny and a Song
It had been her first day at Baltimore University when she had laid eyes on the illuminating Professor and Musician, Harvey Sulloway.
By Lilia Peters6 years ago in Humans
#StoodUP
"I can't wait to finally meet you in person," I said while trying to make my cutest but also most seductive smile while simultaneously holding my phone in the most flattering angle. I didn't need Chris thinking my nose was any bigger than it actually was.
By Isla Berry6 years ago in Humans