dating
All about dating. First dates, three years into a relationship, Tinder, and more.
The Void
Do you know what it feels like to want sex but hate it at the same time? When you crave someone's touch but are freaked by the mere thought of it? I do. I crave intimacy in a very specific manner and I hate it. People now ask for sex in the most direct and brute-like manner and there are certain times where it works but for the most part, it makes me retreat and lose all interest for a few hours and then I'm interested in their offer. My mind won't make itself up.
By Elijah Taylor8 years ago in Humans
Attraction, Awkwardness, and One Too Many Sangrias
I suffer from a condition called "Misplaced Flirtation" (Yes I came up with this myself, It's hella made up). This basically means that I have zero problems talking to guys...when I'm not attracted to them. Because of this, I have been in many a situation where my general friendliness towards guys was taken as "she wants to date me." (To any guys reading this...you know who you are). Because of this unfortunate condition, it means that I actually can't function like a normal human being when I'm around guys that I really do like. Chances are if you are a guy, and I think you are oh so cute...I will do one of 3 things: 1. Say nothing to you and come off as stand-offish. 2. I'll get really tongue-tied and awkward, saying something that may or may not sound like the English language. 2. Finally, I may try to hide from you via behind a laptop, my friends, or the nearest piece of food, typically sushi.
By The New Classique8 years ago in Humans
Boy and Girl Get Together
It started off like any other old story: Boy meets girl; girl meets boy when they are young teenagers through mutual friends. Over the course of five years, the boy and girl don't date, but are great friends. Once the boy and girl are both 21, the boy comes to where the girl goes to school, and they go out to nightclubs and drink together. It takes a few times before something happens, but when it does, it is incredible.
By Caroline Nell8 years ago in Humans
Why Me?
So many questions in this broken world. Why is the sky blue and the grass green? Why is there so much evil and hate? Why do bad things happen to good people? Why can’t I stop thinking about you? My mind races through the endless possibilities. I'm in my car, relaying our conversation over and over, analyzing and dissecting every word, every syllable trying to memorize your face—your smile, your eyes. It’s kind of hard to forget. Did I say too much? I questioned whether it was real or I imagined our whole interaction. It felt so normal, like I’ve known you longer than a couple hours. I put my head in my hands and run my shaking fingers through my hair before pulling it back into a ponytail. I take a deep breathe as I see you drive away. You don't see me watching you, my stomach in knots. All I picture is us sitting together, unleashing more of ourselves than either of us ever imagined. Why is someone like you here with someone like me?
By Carley Willmott8 years ago in Humans
Words I Couldn't Say
I was never the one to express my emotions very well, and that’s possibly why we never ended up together in the past. The fact of the matter is that we were never just friends. There was always something more between us. I felt it and so did you. The problem was that I was too afraid to admit it in fear of ruining what I believed to be one of the best friendships I’ve had. Now I find myself staying up at night with my mind fixated on the “what ifs” and “should haves”. I should have been honest with myself and my feelings. I should have told you how I felt the very moment that you asked me. What if that was the only chance we had? A couple of years have past, and the words I’ve been wanting to say to you are still left unsaid.
By Maryanne Jackson8 years ago in Humans
How to Approach Black Women
In my experience as a Black woman, one of the most interesting topics I’ve discussed with other Black women is how men approach us. To be specific, how non-Black men approach us. It’s a complex experience and varies from person to person. However, there are some commonalities amongst those I have encountered.
By Micky Thinks8 years ago in Humans
I Can't Help but Find Myself in the Backseat of Your Car
It all started with the backseat of your car. I was all too familiar with it back there. How we quickly masked the new car scent with the smell of sweat and cigarettes. Marlboro reds, with the hint of pot still lurking around your lips. Nothing good ever lasted with us, and that was one of those things. We’d park in the back of the McDonalds parking lot. The same parking lot I used to get drunk and high in a year prior. The same parking lot where I broke up with the boy who I lost my virginity to because I was young and stupid and no one ever knows what they want when they’re in high school, while they feel like they have the entire world in the palm of their hands. But that all seemed like a different lifetime when I was in your arms and your windows were fogged.
By Brianna Perry8 years ago in Humans
