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A Total Mess
I only think about this incident when my siblings and I get together at my parent's house and talk about old times. And, don't let us get a few drinks in us; then it's an evening of laughs, with one of us getting more laughs than the next and him or her becoming the honorary sibling for the night. We love roasting each other from time to time, but when it's my turn, it always balls down to this one embarrassing moment in my life. Now, I was just a child, but imagine how you would feel if your siblings kept bringing up the same old story over and over again, especially around friends and family members. And I swear they add more to the story each time they tell it. So, here it is in my words and how I remember it since it happened to me.
By Shelley Martin5 years ago in Confessions
Manifest! Manifest! Manifest!
I worked nights, I slept late. It was summertime in Florida and it must have been the heat that woke me up. I was slippery with sweat. My window AC unit was dead. It didn’t matter. I just had the most electric connection with a woman that I had never even met. I’m not talking about sexting with someone on Tinder. This was literally the girl of my dreams.
By Mike Walker5 years ago in Confessions
A First Date
Jack scanned the restaurant from the maître d' station, assuming he could pick her out with ease. It was his very first foray into the online dating world, and after a month of messaging, they both had their vaccines and were ready to experience the real world again.
By Marcadimus5 years ago in Confessions
A Night on Newport
Vinnie’s on 34th It was July 4th in Newport Beach, what possibly could go awry? Vince was living on 34th street on the bottom apartment of a duplex. He had purchased a keg and invited mostly girls. Matt and I were down early helping Vinnie get ready and he tapped the keg about noon. I swore I wouldn’t have a beer before five, but I lied to myself.
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
Embarrassment to Engagement
It’s September 30, 2019. COVID-19 is not yet a worldwide pandemic. Restaurants are open. The days are warm, but getting shorter. Zale (that’s me) is in a long distance, polyamorous relationship with a non-binary girl in Germany. He’s on Grindr, trying to get a good hook up. Someone identifying as non-binary hits him up and asks him out to tacos - it’s a Monday night, a weird day for tacos, but he’s hungry and this person is super pretty. His non-binary girlfriend says go for it - so he does.
By Zale Cook5 years ago in Confessions
My First "Bestseller"
The idea struck me when my eighth-grade English teacher approached a student in the hallway, a girl much more loud, outspoken, "rebellious," and popular than shy, nerdy me, asking her, "Where is the stuff??" Although I knew he was referring to classwork, the exchange sounded much like an illicit drug deal. A story idea took seed in my young, fertile imagination.
By Julia Schulz5 years ago in Confessions
Demons Rising
Demons Rising Truth be told, I’m a very honest liar, I’ll admit to stretching the truth until it damn near tears in two, yet something or someone possesses my soul when I write and like George Washington, I cannot tell a lie. It’s actually frustrating, my stories are always so tame and mellow, they could use a spicing up. And just when I think I’ve turned the corner and started to mature, an old memory will float by like a lazy cloud and catch my attention, then attack my mind like a Bald Eagle swooping down on a trout.
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
The Last Dance
The Last Dance So to continue my segment in embarrassing moments, there may have been a few, and one that comes to mind was when I was still married to Patty and the two of us, her five siblings, and their mates at the time, all went to a bar down in San Diego. (I’m starting to think I drink a lot or at least did, but God blesses me with hangovers so that helps)
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
Surrender:
Recently, I have been growing up. By growing up I mean building up my self-control. I have been listening to audiobooks, investing in bitcoin, becoming a vegetarian, going to the gym consistently, and so on. But somewhere along the internet of things I read that fasting was the best way to increase and accomplish this goal of ultimate self-governance. The idea being if you could deny yourself one of the most primal necessities of being a human such as food; you could easily deny yourself any other fickle desires that may come up. I never would have imagined that embarking upon this spiritual journey of denying my flesh would end up with me, a 27-year-old fully grown man, to lose all control and pee on himself.
By Shaunte5 years ago in Confessions
Define Functional
Chapter Two: Girls Girls Girls I’m not sure if I ever said it to her out loud but in my head, I called her Jewlz. Her name was Julie and we met during a freshman summer program at Marquette University. It was a program for students with high test scores but lower than expected grade point averages. I was again amongst a group with which I should fit. We all shared the same disease, we could but we didn’t. The program was our chance to prove ourselves and show we were capable of performing at a collegiate level. It was highly structured requiring us to take one 3 credit course and spend the rest of the day in orientation classes and mandatory study hours. I don’t remember exactly how many of us there were but we all stayed in the same dormitory with men and women on different floors. I landed on that campus, 800 miles away from home, after an eventful senior year during which I created my own half-day schedule by skipping half my classes every day. To make things fair I would alternate leaving or arriving after lunch during the week. I didn’t feel that bad about it because to make up for my freshman failure I had two periods of gym every day. I had a grade point average of 1.1 entering the year and really shouldn’t have been promoted to the twelfth grade. I remember a friend who resented my flippant attitude toward school calling me, the summer before the twelfth grade, to inform me that I had failed two classes and wouldn’t be a senior in the fall. Having grown in arrogance, due to the magic doors administrators would open to allow me to dodge consequences, I confidently replied “Well see”. And as I expected, we shared most of the same classes that next year, on the days I bothered to show up for them. When the year ended, I shouldn’t have graduated but to fit the pattern that had been established in my life my English teacher mercifully decided not to fail me stating that she didn’t want to “Hold me back” because “the world needed me”. No pressure right? But despite all the lessons I didn’t learn that year JROTC had put me in a position to go to college. A counselor that worked with our cadets was a Marquette Alumni and found this program for me. JROTC had also netted me a girlfriend and by the time I was leaving for college, we were still in the throes of passion following our mutually lost virginity. Before I left for school that summer, I bought a micro recorder to use during lectures but tested it out first recording her moans during one of our love-making sessions. I and that tape would make our way to a majority white Jesuit campus, with me nervous about leaving its star, nervous about the new world I was in, nervous about meeting the standards of college life, and unknowingly one floor beneath Jewlz.
By JdotFlan5 years ago in Confessions
