dating
All about dating. First dates, three years into a relationship, Tinder, and more.
A Dating Guide for the Seasons
There are some people who are summer people, some who love spring, those who “fall in love” with fall, and people who enjoy cozying up to winter; and then, there are those who (like myself) cannot get enough of the changing of the seasons—and couldn’t possibly pick just one.
By ec from cle6 years ago in Humans
Winey Expectations
I had told myself if I go on this date that I would wear a little black dress, my favorite gold earrings, and red lipstick. A black dress because it’s slim looking and gold earrings because they shine stunningly in candlelight. And why the red lip you might ask? Well…it would match perfectly with my order of red wine. A glass of Merlot to be exact. That was the plan, anyway. But it was a plan that almost ruined everything.
By Joel Emmanuel6 years ago in Humans
The Benefits of Failure
All winter I yearned for nights like these—the air thick with humidity, redolent with pine and cut grass. But stepping out of the restaurant, my senses recede behind a single sentence: “We are so proud of you Cassie." The words, meant for my sister, tumbled from my father's mouth as he raised a glass. I am seething with jealousy, then hating myself for it, a surfer betrayed by the wave he meant to ride.
By Emily Fine6 years ago in Humans
Table For One
He gently turned the bottle in his hands to expose the label. Perfect. You could see the sparkle in her eye as the waiter Jerry…no, wait. Jansen? Or was it Jacob? Yeah, his name was Jacob. The sparkle in her eye was all he needed to know it was the right choice.
By Rick Martinez6 years ago in Humans
It was Monday
I love Mondays. I know, weird. Everybody hates Mondays. It's the beginning of a stressful week, the start of an enormous workload, and the first day of a long week of getting up before the Sun does. Everybody dreads Mondays; people run around like tiny ants, preoccupied with not being late or having done all the work they needed to do. But Wednesdays or Tuesdays aren't any better.
By Lara Hayes6 years ago in Humans
Anything but Merlot
We entered the bare dark room and sitting there was a woman dressed in a black trench coat with slick high heeled red Prada shoes. Her stern brown eyes pierced through her tiny glasses as she examined us. And her pale face, intense with utter disgust for us being there in the same room as her, made it clear that we weren’t at her level of standards. She stared at us for quite awhile and then went on asking,
By Dancing Dumpling6 years ago in Humans
Golden Eyes and a Glass of Merlot
Luna shifted uncomfortably in her chair. It was clear the waitstaff was still eyeing her with discontent. Did she look that out of place? Did she look that cheap? She did her best to straighten her burgundy maxi dress, hoping that the neckline wasn’t a little too low. It would be a lie to say she had worn it before… or anything like it, to be frank.
By Emilia the Bat6 years ago in Humans
