Tuesday, 18 June 2013
If you read My Dating Journey: Could He Be the One? then you know all about my love-at-first-sight-ish experience with Nathan, a skater boy who stole my heart. You also know how nervous a rebellious, popular girl, Mercedes, started making me feel. Despite the nerves, I continued to text and hang out with her (though the two of us never hung out alone). At first, our conversations were innocent; after a while, they became more and more flirtatious.
The flirting intensified as time went on, and I didn’t feel guilty about it since Mercedes was a girl. Moreover, I realized that my nerves weren’t the negative, something-bad-is-going-to-happen nerves. They were more like the nerves that you get when you’re around a crush. One night, after dating Nathan for about a month, Mercedes asked me – only me – to come to her house to drink. I couldn’t say no. More Here...
I’ve contemplated whether or not to write about my father. It’s a subject I wouldn’t have been able to speak about at all a few years ago. Since Father’s Day was this past Sunday I figured this might be as good a time as any. Plus, whether you’d want to believe it or not, the relationship we have with our father or father figure affects us in romantic relationships.
When I was thirteen my mother sat my sisters and me on the living room couch. For some reason, it was covered in plastic like every other couch in the living rooms of Dominican families in my neighborhood. It was early June, two weeks before Father’s Day, when my mother gathered us together for a family meeting. I don’t remember her exact words as I was distracted by the sound of my thighs against the plastic.
I do remember the three most important points of the conversation. The first, my father would be moving back to the Dominican Republic in a few days. The second, we all had to be more responsible since things would be different now. Finally, school was still a priority. Just because my father was moving back to the motherland didn’t mean we were allowed to fail.
My friend, Sam*, and I were recently discussing our two friends, Jim* and Jane*. They had been dating ever since high school, and they broke up just a couple of days ago. Both Sam and I were shocked when we heard about the break-up. Out of all our friends who decided to stay together after high school, we figured they would be the ones to "make it." Although slightly perplexed and disappointed, Sam tried to offer a reason: Jane's father did always hate Jim. More Here...
I have a friend who I have known since grade school, Allie*, and as long as I have known her she has hopped from guy to guy. She'll start texting one out of the blue, and within weeks they'll be dating. And within a few months or so they will have broken up. But she'll quickly move on to another guy.
I have recently gotten back together with my ex, though not “officially” yet. It's up to me to ask him out this time because he is giving me the freedom to stay “single” as long as I desire, since he was the one that horrendously fucked it up last time. Anyway, I was thinking about ‘asking him out’ this Friday. The only problem is... I have a skeleton in the closet and I don’t know when the best time to clear it is, if ever. More Here...