Dating
The "Igloo Experience"
I slid chopsticks into the bun on top of my head as the final touches to my oriental hairstyle. Bright green Eastern dragons laced my black see through birthday dress. Matched perfectly with my new clunky combat boots. I felt powerful, and ready for the "Igloo Experience", a date I reserved a month prior. I had a weird feeling about it as the night finally approached. Now I know it was my intuition teling me this night would not go as planned...at all. As a reward for survivng, I promised myself I would not repeat what happened that night. No regrets.
By Sydni Fantroy5 years ago in Confessions
No love lost
When I was 22 I was at the tail end of a few terrible relationships, and I remember talking to my mum about it. I said: "I wish the universe would just do me a solid and help me meet someone decent for a change!" No kidding, complete honesty, several seconds after I said this my mums front door opened. In walks a family friend who was coming to visit, and unbeknownst to us, she had brought someone along. As she walked through the door, a young, beautiful girl came in behind her. The family friend said hello and announced herself, but the moment I locked eyes with the girl it was as if fireworks exploded and we couldn't hear anything. As I shook her hand and introduced myself, she let loose a smile that lit up the room, and that was that as they say.
By Joshua Morelli5 years ago in Confessions
Hard Choices
“Okay guys, let's get to it! “ I rolled my eyes at my manager's comment. It’s eight in the morning. He needs to find some kind of chill. I was up listening to my friend complain about how hard it was to be single all night and I was exhausted. Like most days here in the office I was ready to go home.
By M.K Jonae5 years ago in Confessions
Dirty Little Secret
I believe that everyone needs to allow themselves a safe place to write or somehow tell a secret that they might have sitting in the back of their head eating away at them. Secrets that might make your shoulders heavier than they should be. As I'm writing this I have decided that this is the place I'd like to write out a little confession of mine that I will probably never tell another soul. I do feel a little guilty about said confession, but I wouldn't change it for the world.
By Alexis Bellaw5 years ago in Confessions
On The Catwalk
On any given Friday night during this extended lockdown, you can find me drinking alone in my apartment. This might sound pathetic and downright sad, and that's because it is. A far cry from my youth, I stay in and entertain myself via increasingly pitiful means these days.
By Reptile Dysfunction 5 years ago in Confessions
8 Hours of Misery
In the summer after my divorce I was determined to change my life for the better. I had started working out and it showed. I got rid of the mid-30's, unhappily married lady bod and turned into a toned and lean woman of the hour. I started dating again, feeling empowered and beautiful in a way I hadn't often felt during my 10-year relationship with my ex-husband.
By Emily van den Berg5 years ago in Confessions
Not The Right Guy
This might not seem like a super embarrassing thing. After all, we have all fallen in love with the wrong person before haven't we. I know that before this guy, I have certainly fallen for the wrong people, but every time I think about this guy I want to crawl into a hole and never come out.
By Kacey Lovesick5 years ago in Confessions
Brand New Day
Dawn had begun to break as the boat started to disappear over the horizon, engulfed in the bright flames that would come to symbolize my freedom. With every passing moment the weight that had been pressing against my chest lifted a little more, until I was able to take a deep cleansing breath – a feeling that had become foreign to me. Finally, my nightmare was over.
By Danielle Braitman5 years ago in Confessions
Facts Or Fantasy
As I into enter this new phase of life,my so called golden years; I feel a sense of loss. Gone are the days of my youth and the adventure filled evenings I spent in search of myself. I know who I am now and what I want. The trouble with knowing is that I am now less tolerant of certain things, so as a result there are not many surprises left and it reduces the overall number of potential mates. At least, that's how I see things from my perspective. I'm willing to admit that I may just be wrong and welcome any useful input on the subject, but first allow me to clarify something. I have known the burning touch of true passion and the soul wrenching loss of true love, and that's part of the problem. I believe that having experienced these things has caused me to disregard anything or anyone that does not and cannot ever measure up to these heights of expectations. I fully realize and admit that this is far from fair to any other man on the planet, but it also leaves me disadvantaged and very likely to spend the rest of my life alone and/or entertaining one lost cause after another. Having clarified this point now it seems a good time to add a little twist to things now, you see the universe has decided to grant me some semblance of happiness despite my dilemma and impossible standards, but it does not come without cost and the price is not mine alone to pay. I thought it impossible to ever meet another human that I would connect with so totally and so easily. It was instant and so unexpected that it felt like waking from a 20 year slumber, sort of felt like coming home after a long exhausting journey and it felt good to have that connection again. As time went on the friendship feelings grew into other desires and yet neither of us really pushed the issue, both for our own reasons and we both knew of the others hesitation to cross that line. Just as things usually go in these matters, the line was crossed and crossed again, it was like the heavens opened and swept me up in rolling waves of ecstasy as golden rays of warm sunlight bathed my body in an endless downpour of heat and ending in an explosion of a zillion little starbursts.
By Shirley Gutierrez 5 years ago in Confessions
My Artist Ex-Boyfriend Refused to Draw Me
I’ve always had a passion for art, so I was beyond thrilled when an artist took interest in me. No, he didn’t ask to draw me, he asked me to be his girlfriend. He never asked to draw me — period. I thought that him declining to draw me wouldn’t bother me, but it did.
By Jade M.5 years ago in Confessions
Chunky is (NOT) a sexy word
Despite being a writer, I am not a smooth talker by nature. The spontaneity of speech sits between a spectrum. On one end, there is diplomacy. Speakers on this end have an understanding of subtlety. They understand the nuance of socializing and read the real-life subtext in conversations. I perceive this as a form of psychic power, able to manipulate or even create the subjective world that humans are naturally plugged into.
By Danger Wonka5 years ago in Confessions
