single
Whether you're solitary by choice or simply unlucky in love, being single is complicated.
I Am Basically A Hot Dude
The only thing I really have to show for my history of failed relationships is a new awareness of how independent and not typical lady-like I am. I guess this shouldn't be such a new thing for me. I grew up with uncles and brothers. No sisters and Aunts weren't until later in life per marriage. Being a Montana girl... I grew up hunting, fishing, and helping Grandpa in the garage fixing cars. The perfect twist to that is I also grew up in the kitchen with my Grandma. My fashion sense credit goes directly to my Mother. So you now have the perfect recipe for a smart, sexy, bad-ass woman who can cook, change a flat tire all while wearing a dress and heels. Sounds pretty amazing right?!?
By Crystal Rae4 years ago in Humans
5 Easy Tips to Stay Loyal with Your Partner
Loyalty is one of the most fundamental desires that human beings crave. It is one of the essential elements of trust. Staying loyal to someone instead of moving on to others is a kind of affection and respect that we deserve or give to someone special.
By Muzamal Ahmad4 years ago in Humans
Signs You're Better Off Single
Signs you’re better off single: (1) relationships sound like a drag, (2) you’d rather stay home and watch TV by yourself, (3) you’re focused on traveling around the world, (4) everyone seems boring to you. | Source: Photo by cottonbro from Pexels
By Andrea Lawrence4 years ago in Humans
Reckless, Irresponsible, Fearless Love
Let’s say you wake up one morning and get all ready to meet a friend for some brunch. You’re looking your best, grab your keys, check for your wallet and phone, and then you’re out the door. With every step taken, you marvel at the way the weather is making you feel.
By The Rogue Scribe4 years ago in Humans
Waiting with the Music
It's always a busy Friday night here at Non-Le Bureau. People’s conversations got louder as the more people came in. The clinking of glasses for a cheer or toast, the welcome of a friend, the slurping of noodles, and the laughter just grew throughout the night. The tall, quiet man with his hands in his pocket in the corner of the room scanning the room for his prey. Tonight was the celebration of all music genres that everyone came to dine, laugh and sing along to songs out of tune.
By Kianna Kelly4 years ago in Humans
Apple of the Earth, Potato of my Eye
"If you had to describe "love" as a food, what would you choose?" She asked me. "A fully loaded baked potato." I hadn't anticipated being asked what the gastronomic embodiment of love was, but I answered without hesitation. I'm sure there was a glimmer in my eye when I described the specific baked potato in my mind: An Outback Steakhouse baked potato.
By Jane Often4 years ago in Humans
How do peoples remain Single and deal with loneliness?
Individuals that stay single do as such in light of the fact that they have been exposed to awful degrees of estrangement and misuses, that have annihilated their capacity to trust. Thus similarly as with any individual who has had drawn out mishandles executed against them, the main choice is to take it step by step, step by step, step by step even, upon the harder days.
By John Abesellom's4 years ago in Humans
Two Distinct Knocks
The sounds of cutlery clinking china mingled with the low bass thumping through the speakers as people shouted cheek to cheek not really saying anything. Sitting alone, he stared over the white tablecloth, wrinkled, and folded from patrons’ knees as it blotted with spots of red wine. Seven empty chairs encircled half eaten chicken plates and lipstick smudged water glasses. His name plate remained in front of his table setting. Under his name, engraved into the heavy ivory card stock was the word, “SINGLE”. His gaze bounced from the table number, “23”, to the other identifying placards lazily keeping their places. The island of misfit toys, he thought to himself, picking up his scarlet letter and running his fingertip over the words.
By Chris Botto4 years ago in Humans
Dry Spell
Swipe, swipe, swipe, her thumb moved right to left across the screen as if it had a mind of its own. No, no, no, none of these motherfuckers will do. With a grunt of frustration, she held her thumb down over the app icon: "Remove Tinder"? For the third time this week, she tapped "yes". Back to the drawing board.
By Janet Estrada4 years ago in Humans
