dating

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

My Worst Date
Alcohol, vomit, and urine: mix it thoroughly to make my worst date. I had never dated; I finished high school in a relationship; we were together five years after that. So I have zero experience dating in the real world. My best friend Shelby knew this and assumed she could help me. Work had introduced an abundance of men and she elected to play matchmaker.
By Bailey Schooley8 years ago in Humans
Reality of Tinder
So if you’re a Millenial, I am sure you are familiar with Tinder. Heck even Gen X is on board! So are there happiness and love stories that come from Tinder like you see on Match.com commercials? Well, from personal experience and those that I know, Tinder seems to be a hooking up app, very similar to POF (Plenty of Fish). Swipe left, swipe left, swipe left, ooooo swipe right, swipe left, swipe left, ooooo swipe right, IT’S A MATCH!!! That oh-so amazing feeling when you have matched with a hot guy, and he thinks you’re hot too! So do you message him first? Or do you wait for him to message you? If you wait too long, will he think you aren’t interested and “Unmatch” you? Oh, the struggles and emotions that we women come across and feel when simply swiping on our phones!
By Veronica8 years ago in Humans
Worst Dates
#MyWorstDate I met him online, and he was so good looking and nice to talk to. We talked every night for hours, exchanging recipes, talking about our spouses, and neither one of us was happy, and talking of life in general.
By Denise Willis8 years ago in Humans
Date #1: The Dentist
I'm embarrassed that I use dating apps. I know it's now common to meet someone after swiping through a profile and sharing a few basic facts with each other through messages, but I would far rather people the old fashioned way. Whatever that is... at a Bar? Grocery store? Work?
By Charlie Paris8 years ago in Humans
A Date to End All Dates
I went on a date, a few years ago, that can only be described as nightmarish. This experience was something so traumatic for me, that it will be forever burned in my memory. I don't date much. It's something that's always been awkward for me — I'm never sure how I'm supposed to act, what I'm supposed to wear, etc., and causes some very intense anxiety. I've been told that this is normal, but I personally don't find an evening on the edge of a panic attack particularly appealing, so it makes no sense that I would be a willing participant in a blind date. To my dismay, somehow that's where I found myself. A co-worker insisted that her friend was perfect for me, she was relentless. Eventually, I caved and allowed her to give him my number.
By M D8 years ago in Humans
My Worst Date Ever
It was my sophomore year of college and I wasn’t exactly looking for a relationship. I had been single since my junior year of high school and enjoyed the single life. Unfortunately, many of my friends were in long-term relationships and didn’t share my lifestyle views. They were constantly preaching the virtues and happiness to be found in relationships and were always trying to set me up with girls that were “perfect for me.”
By Jesse Kinney8 years ago in Humans
Falling Back in Love
Everybody has an opinion on what they think is the wrong or right thing to do when it comes to an ex, whether it is your friends telling you that if you go back to him or her that they will disown you, or your disapproving parents thinking that you just cannot make your mind up as to what you want to do — there is just no way that you can please everyone. But what does it matter when you are adult enough to make a decision on your own? Does it have to be the right decision if it is the way that you genuinely feel about a person and want to try again?
By Amber Thorpe8 years ago in Humans
#MyWorstDate
So there I was on the good ole Meetme site. You know that one where you can just slap any random picture down as your profile pic and start searching for your perfect match while trying to sidestep those nasty messages you disgust so much. Well that was me. I created an account and put some crappy pictures of me on there. Might as well right? If the person I meet is my “perfect match” they are going to see my good, bad, and ugly side. So why not just show them who I am right then and there? Sure people will look at the photos and think negatively about them. But if they like the photos then they will like the real me so there's nothing to worry about. At least that's what I thought.
By Erin Taylor8 years ago in Humans
'It's Not a Lovebite, It's Stress' - The Reality of Your Sex Life At University. Top Story - January 2018.
"I’m stressed because I have not got a boyfriend which gives me a heat rash which people mistake for a hicky, which is the most ironic thing ever," one of my good friends at university told me once.
By Phoenix Blackley8 years ago in Humans
The Issued Outs
“He’s got that nervous look in his eye,” she said. “You know, that issued out look.” That was my friend Jessie pointing out a man standing across from us in a bar at the Jersey shore. I asked her to explain it more. She told me it was a little shifty, like he wanted to approach a woman there but something was holding him back.
By Nancy Fingerhood8 years ago in Humans
It's 3 AM, I Must Be Lonely
We had been seeing each other for about a month. I typically pencilled Matt in between mediocre dates and meaningless sex with other men. I liked Matt—we had both a spark and a power struggle that I didn't have with the other guys in my life. A stormy mix of both of our egos in addition to both of our half-broken "just-out-of-a-relationship" hearts, and we were destined for a rollercoaster that I wasn't about to sign up for. Therefore, Matt was my midnight knock at the door, for a glass of wine and witty banter, but no sex...yet.
By Celina Carissa8 years ago in Humans
I’m in No Mood to Hunt
#My Worst Date Ever: I’d never been on a serious date before; I’d been asked on dates by "little boys," but I never had decent clothes or shoes to wear, and even though I was embarrassed to explain why, I’d always find an excuse not to accept the date.
By Martina R. Gallegos8 years ago in Humans