dating

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

And Now What?
The sky opened up, rewarding our day-long suspicion and blind optimism. The sea salt smell summoned dark heavy clouds adding an exclamation point to our list of failed plans.
By Brandon Stewart6 years ago in Humans
The Simulation
Taylor was sure the Young Emily Mark lll would not sup her glass of Merlot like a bowl of hot soup. Her lips would not be moustachioed with berries or her improbable teeth ever stained.
By Soleika Roth6 years ago in Humans
Imdalia
Io held the bottle of merlot gingerly in the palm of her hand, knocking lightly on the doorframe to the balcony with her free hand. She was nervous, and for good reason. She'd not gotten off on a very good footing with her fiance, King Anrinar. It was an arranged marriage, a political one. A union between humans and the Imdalians, a race of aliens that had invaded and taken over sixteen years ago. The marriage was meant to be a show of peace.
By Meridian Travis6 years ago in Humans
The Windy Forest
He was bathed and shaved, as he quickly pulled on a pair of his jeans. He located a shirt and pour a splash of light cologne on his hands, he slapped the sides of his neck, whistling under his breath. Then he walked out of his cabin down the hill across the road to her cabin. Along the side of the road overgrown crepe myrtles bucked a little from a sudden breeze and scattered their confetti of purple flowers.
By Sherry jackson6 years ago in Humans
Tech Support
Shaun Miles walks into the Tech Deck with a laptop bag over his shoulder and eyes darting around like he’s trying to avoid being seen. He heads straight to the tech support desk in the back as fast as he can without running, his black mask hiding the shame written all over his face. He stands there for a moment, rocking back and forth while looking around for someone to help him. He runs his fingers over his long brown ponytail and adjusts the band at the back of his head. He tightens the band and sighs, tapping his fingers on the counter. As he turns to leave, Bridget Conner comes out from behind the curtain in the back. She cracks her neck from side to side as she walks up to the desk in front of Shaun. She adjusts her green mask and her brown glasses, then puts her long black hair up in a ponytail before smiling at Shaun.
By Anthony Hall6 years ago in Humans
Be My Barbie Girl
“I’ve had the best time with you tonight,” Michael said and kissed Sally. They had just had their first proper date, despite speaking to each other for over six months. Because of the pandemic, they could not meet each other until now, but they had spent hours talking to each other during the lockdown. And because of that, Sally felt she already knew him inside out.
By R.S. Sillanpaa6 years ago in Humans
No Prince Charming
Everything about him spelled trouble. We see his type all the time at the restaurant; cocky young men in pastel-colored polo shirts, wearing their white male privilege as casually as the designer jacket draped over their shoulders. His winter tan spoke of Daddy’s vacation lodge at Aspen, his gold Rolex deliberately oversized and gaudy. I could sense the waitresses tensing as they watched to see where he was seated, knowing to expect lewd remarks and paltry tips if they were the unlucky winner of tonight’s douchebag lottery. He ran a hand through his bleach blonde highlights, flashing an expensive and predatory smile at the hostess. She gestured him towards the bay window, our prime date night seating area. I wondered if he’d slid her a twenty, or whether he’d just namedropped her into submission.
By Angel Whelan6 years ago in Humans
Vin Fromage
Valentine's Day... Oh goody. Today is Valentine's Day. My favorite day of the year. Every year I watch all the women in my office get cheesy love notes, cheap chocolate, and overpriced flowers that will die in a week. I mean if guys actually cared wouldn't they spice it up a little?
By Amy Saunders6 years ago in Humans
Deliverance
Being stood up is not the worst thing that can happen. This always brings up an array of emotions. First there is worry. You wonder if they are lost or if they got into an accident. After they do not immediately respond to your texts, you call them, they do not answer. Then comes anger, you immediately tell your friend, they tell you not to worry and that maybe they are just late. So then you are hopeful, for the next 15-20 minutes. After this time you turn in on yourself with doubt. You wonder if they met someone else, someone more attractive. You wonder if maybe you put on the excitement for the date too strong that you scared them off. After the first hour you get the message you refuse the desert menu the waiter offers and their pitied smiles. Once it has happened once or twice you get used to the stares as you walk out of a restaurant.
By HH6 years ago in Humans
Dream Date
As the waiter made his way through the busy restaurant, Alice and Michael took their seats. “Can I get you each something to drink?” asked the waiter, as he reached the handsome young couple. The pair barely registered his question, unable to keep their eyes off of one and another.
By Jake Hayes6 years ago in Humans
Wine-Flavored Jelly Beans with Lark's Tongue in Aspic
Michelle was going on a date. It had been so long, a year or more, but her friends had connected her with a gentleman who could actually string a sentence together and did not have the ‘yellow fever,’ which was a real problem for a woman of her form and features.
By Jeff Ford6 years ago in Humans
REMEMBERING BACK TO THAT DAY
After all these years, we still fondly remember back to that day. It started like any other Wednesday. I'd go to work as a paralegal at a local law firm and then meet up with a girlfriend after work. It was a good time to catch up with our lives, our jobs and our mostly non-existent love lives. The Bristol on the Plaza was the usual meeting place on Wednesdays, only because that was the day they offered oysters on the half-shell for a nickel-a-piece during happy hour, and my friend loved oysters on the half-shell. And, they poured my favorite - a really great Merlot. It didn't hurt that the Bristol was also an upscale place to meet someone that could possibly improve our love lives.
By Emi Mead6 years ago in Humans