Dating
An April Fool
The margarita tastes like summer. I close my eyes and listen to sounds that only I can hear – waves breaking on the beach and the cry of gulls. I turn my face to the sun and imagine the cool wet sand between my toes. Another sip and I smell fresh-mown grass and potted geraniums and smoky barbecue grills. Summer is many weeks away, but this first day of April has gifted us with a taste of warmer days to come, and restaurant patios in Toronto have sprung to life with patrons like me who are keening for them.
By Laurie Scott5 years ago in Confessions
You Didn’t Know
I didn’t think what we were doing was wrong. I knew crawling under the motion-detecting hallway light to avoid waking up my sister sleeping in the living room was wrong. I knew getting into your car a few houses down was wrong. And when my sister asked if I took the dog out in the middle of the night because she saw a shadow on the patio, I should’ve said yes. Instead, I panicked and convinced her she saw a ghost.
By Ali Lornklang5 years ago in Confessions
Close Encounters of the Beach Kind
I boarded the ferry and sat with my friend as fellow hotel guests shuffled on behind us. We sat and waited for the quick ride across the bay to begin. A day in the sun took a toll on my Irish complexion and all I could imagine was laying down on my cool mattress with the A.C. buzzing overhead, lulling me to sleep.
By Spenser5 years ago in Confessions
Glass of life
Sometimes we can feel when we make mistakes. In my case - I always know that what I’m about to do is a complete mistake, but I still do it. I have a strong intuition and I had it for as long as I existed but I never used it. It’s just silly to always have the answer but to never answer the right way. That’s why feeling wrong, after having the pure chance to be happy with no mistakes in life, left me with the bothering feeling of guilt. Nothing really helped getting rid of this feeling. OK, maybe wine does, but only temporarily.
By Bilyana Dimitrova5 years ago in Confessions
Glass of life
Sometimes we can feel when we make mistakes. In my case - I always know that what I’m about to do is a complete mistake, but I still do it. I have a strong intuition and I had it for as long as I existed but I never used it. It’s just silly to always have the answer but to never answer the right way. That’s why feeling wrong, after having the pure chance to be happy with no mistakes in life, left me with the bothering feeling of guilt. Nothing really helped getting rid of this feeling. OK, maybe wine does, but only temporarily.
By Bilyana Dimitrova5 years ago in Confessions
Merlot and Morality
I haven't been in a bar alone in a long time. Who am I kidding? I have never been in a bar alone. I am not even sure what to order. I just saw a movie about wine, and it seems that Merlot was mentioned, but I don't think it was mentioned as THE wine to order. I am sure red is appropriate, and since Merlot is the only name I can remember and can pronounce correctly. Merlot it is.
By Lizz Chambers5 years ago in Confessions
Abbey’s Tub
Somehow this was duplicated.
By John Charles Harman5 years ago in Confessions
Goddess Of Beauty
The loft on 5th is so cozy says Martha, “I mean I guess”, says Darla, “but how are you ever gonna meet someone there, everyone always has their head down and it’s so quiet, readers and writers blah, it's so unusual to have a place where people go read, study, write or whatever and serves alcohol also”. All the while a girl who uses their imagination to the fullest has always intrigued Martha, while Darla goes on and on about the loft and what she thinks I really want out of a man. Darla doesn't know about me, she keeps pushing for me to find a man. That’s not what I want, I truly long for a woman who curls up with a good book and a nice drink and I just know I’m going to find her.
By Champaile Hankins5 years ago in Confessions
