She tells you she is taking a break from the ‘dating scene.’ This may be true, but if she truly felt there was chemistry, she’d give you a chance whether she’s on the dating map or not.
You’re celebrating your one year anniversary together and you’ve bought a house in her hometown, 500 miles away. I want to say it’s not fair, but it’s even more unfair for me to get in the way of your happiness.
I have HPV, and not the sad, I may get cancer kind, but the gross, causes genital warts kind.
See, boys (and reality) kind of suck. I witnessed dreamy, life-after-blowjob love tales in Saved by the Bell and Boy Meets Girl amid my tender, overly sculpted youth and their numb-minded oral sessions almost always resulted in forget-me-not, lovers forever storylines.
It’s the shame how people ruin an otherwise great relationship by being impatient for a label or those L words especially when it’s only been barely a few months.
Perhaps I should not apologize for ending things between us – I should apologize for feelings that change.
I have never met my real father. Honestly, sometimes I’m not entirely sure my mom remembers that.
We preach about communication, but we don’t want people to carry their old issues into the new relationship, because that automatically means that the relationship will be difficult.
I read the last paragraph of my favorite book. I remind myself that some things I love end. And that’s okay.
Dominant Daddy/Little Girl Relationships