dating
All about dating. First dates, three years into a relationship, Tinder, and more.
The Blur
I think there are some persons that you meet and without really noticing, blurs a bit who you are. Sometimes in a bad way. Sometimes in a good way. This one was both. I have to admit I’ve always had zero shit luck when it came to lovers. I’ve never known how to pick them and I still haven’t figured it all out. But him. Man, he was what I thought was perfect. It’s funny how our hearts can be tricked so easily by our eyes. He was the dark, not that tall, handsome. Yet full of life. Full of passion. And perhaps it’s why I clanged to it so hard. Because it was the light that I desperately needed. I could sit here and spat all the things you did wrong, all the ways you hurt me. But the truth is, when it comes to you, I think I hurt myself. I was in a weak state, I needed something to grasp, to feel and you were it. I transferred all my insecurities to your actions and somehow declared war against you to then run back to you. Maybe you knew, I think you knew I needed you. Perhaps it’s why you stayed this long. And I hope you know I’m sorry. I hope you know that, even if it could be hell sometimes, it did help me. You blurred a bit of who I am. And it made me worst. But then it made me better. I found in you comfort, hope, motivation, self-love. But I needed you gone before I could breathe those beautiful gifts. It’s like you were there to teach me essential lessons but I couldn’t hear them while you were here. And then we parted and they slowly came, softly materializing in the back of my mind. Thank you for leaving, for doing what I couldn’t have done myself. And I’m so sorry. I was selfish and insecure. Now I understand. I hope you’re happy, I want you to know that I am. I want you to know that this destructive path we crossed together weren’t in vain. It made me this person who lives for the sun in the morning, who gives herself over to her passions. Who believes that her craziest dreams will happen. But mostly who believes she deserves it. I often say that every person you meet as a predestined role in your life. Whether it is someone you meet for a night only, someone who walks a little longer with you or a friend that has been there all your life. Every person tints a part of your soul, makes you grow... Makes you whole. And sometimes we can’t see it, we’re too stubborn or blinded by every little insignificant detail. But it’s still there, it’s still happening. I’m not giving you all the credits thought, you gave me the seeds, I planted them. Nourished them. Watched them grow. I put in the work. You showed me the right path. And whenever nothing feels right anymore, all I need to do is think of what you indirectly bestowed upon me and I know I’ll be just fine on my own.
By E L U S I V E8 years ago in Humans
The Dbag Dating Guide to Dating Israeli Men
Hot dudes and humus. No, this is not the title of my impending memoir but A.) this Instagram account and B.) two things my girlfriends guaranteed I would be “literally, obsessed with” when I announced my plans to finally touch base with 50 percent of my heritage and pay a visit to Israel.
By Dbag Dating8 years ago in Humans
The Art of Dating: Paris vs. New York
When it comes to dating, Paris and New York are like two famous men: both come with reputations that precede them. On one side of the Atlantic we have have the elitist Frenchmen, self-proclaimed ardent lovers who, paradoxically, reject the entire concept of “dating” as a restricting endeavor where romance goes to die.
By Dbag Dating8 years ago in Humans
Not True Love
It all started in 10th grade, a new boy enrolled at our school. He was originally from Kentucky. I had to be with this country boy. As soon as we met, I just wanted to be his girlfriend. We found out we had one class together, weeks past and finally, he asked me out. I was ecstatic!
By Sara Bevins8 years ago in Humans
Growing Up
Isolated: having minimal contact or little in common with others. This is also the word to describe the harsh, gut retching, feeling when your parents exit your college dorm. From the moment you enter this universe of disappointment you’re shielded, protected, and covered with the unfaltering rays of love from your parents. There’s no more nostalgic feeling than the faint memories of strong hands lifting you from the grasping clutches of the couch after an evening spent in a sugar high before your inevitable retreat to said couch. You spend your first 18 years of life taking advantage of the minuscule things, such as public school. That education you resented was a luxury, not just because it was free but because that was the first taste of friendship gratis of your parents’ persuasion. No “Tommy is such a nice boy. Susan comes from a great family.” Just you, a common space, and hundreds of irritant teens wandering the halls, alienated from the rest of society for seven dreadful hours a day. When you realized being alone was horrendous, only then did you begin to make connections with these similar beings. That precisely how I met him.
By Ashley Scent8 years ago in Humans
Burgers Forever?
Take a minute to imagine your favorite food. I know it’s probably tough, but try to narrow it down to one. My favorite food happens to be burgers, and my favorite place to go is this place called Jefferson’s with my partner. We go there all the time, so much so that last week we went four days in a row. The people who work there know us by face, they know our drink orders, they even know that when our food comes out my partner will ask for two sides of ranch, and no, he doesn’t care that it’s extra. Often when we go I’ll order a burger, but sometimes I find myself looking at the other options like the wraps, salads, wings, etc., which are also very good. Sometimes though, when my partner and I are deciding where to go, we distinctly say not Jefferson’s. It doesn’t mean we don’t like it anymore, just means maybe we want sushi or tacos instead, but there’s no doubt that sometime that week, if not multiple times, we will go back to Jefferson’s.
By Madison Brentson8 years ago in Humans
A Frenchman Opens Up About Dating in America
Over the past four years, I have practically made a (pro-bono) career of analyzing the French and their laissez-faire stance on everything, dating included. And so I thought it would only be fair to finally give la parole to one of their representatives—a Frenchman who has spent the past nine years acclimating himself to l’amour à l’Americain.
By Dbag Dating8 years ago in Humans
The Dbag Dating Guide to Italian Men
Of all the men on the planet, it appears that nobody drives women crazy like the Italians. The mere thought of a trip to Italy seems to send most of my girlfriends into daydream overdrive, as they envision themselves succumbing to the charms of a tall, dark-haired Fellini hero.
By Dbag Dating8 years ago in Humans
Tinder Romance
This so-called day in age has improved and decreased in it's culture, love, politics, employment and so much more. Today, however, I am going to tell you about our current social media and dating from a personal perspective. Everyone knows about Tinder, it's nearly how almost everyone meets now a days. That is where I met my man, and now we are almost to a year and planning ourselves a wedding for the new month of December. Being the age of 19, I know there are some judgments that come up, one definitely being the fact that I am 19 and getting married. There is also the fact, however, that anyone that gets married will almost always say that when you know, you know, and heck 100 percent I definitely know.
By Kassidy Thorpe8 years ago in Humans
Swipe Right Society
Dating in the modern age has became a joke, the punchline being that we are now in the era of having digital relationships. Yes, you read correctly, today's young people are now accustomed to only communicating through text, face time and social media, but are unable to actually hold a basic conversation in the real world.
By Cassidy Kirk8 years ago in Humans
