Hey, folks! Not long ago, I had flashbacks to times not too long ago when I was being useless. What do I mean by that? In other words, it refers to being involved in a situation in which I am talking to someone who *romantically* likes me and has given plenty of hints expressing that …
Continue reading Stories of How I Was Useless: “The Sexy Septum Girl”
Since self-quarantining myself at home during this worldwide pandemic, I've had a lot of time on my hands to watch more films, including those which I'd been meaning to, but never got around to because of a busy schedule. Now, I can take my time and go through them, whether they are good or bad... …
Continue reading Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019): FILM REVIEW
Hey, folks! Just this past week, I had flashbacks to times not too long ago when I was being useless. What do I mean by that? In other words, it refers to being involved in a situation in which I am talking to someone who *romantically* likes me and has given plenty of hints expressing …
Continue reading Stories of How I Was Useless: “The Costco Cutie”
Hey, folks! A year ago, I wrote a post about my thoughts online dating. I’d installed a couple of dating apps for the heck of it, only to delete them 48 hours later. I found it too superficial and a waste of time, and I was still stuck on the “old-fashioned” way of meeting people …
(Been two months since the last part here, so here's the new one. Enjoy!) Hannah was less inebriated by the time they reached their porch, managing to unlock the door. “Going to nap,” she yawned. “Catch you two later.” She slunk off to her room. Lydia and Jasmine were left alone in the living room. …
Despite the dreary, November skies, the town was bustling full of people. It was no wonder, as it was the weekend. Even the tavern was nearly packed to the brim with family, friends, and co-workers enjoying the time off from work and school. The girls still managed to find a table at the back of …
Suddenly, the servant girl stopped as they were walking, squeezed her hand tightly and before Lydia knew what was happening, pulled them off the marked path and behind one of the trees nearby. “Wha—,” she started, caught off-guard. Jasmine pressed her against the tree trunk, looking straight into her eyes with an urgent expression. An …
After Hannah had also changed and grabbed her purse, the three girls left the homestead for an hour’s walk into town. They passed through neighboring farms, where several cattle and sheep still roamed, despite the slight, November chill. Lydia could see the rolling hills in the distance behind the town, often obscured by fog. “I …
Lydia went downstairs, meeting Hannah in the kitchen. Her cousin was whisking some eggs as she entered. “You and Jasmine, eh?” she teased, as she poured the eggs into the heated skillet. The pan sizzled upon contact. Lydia gave her an annoyed look. “Not even a ‘good morning’ first?” she retorted sarcastically. Jasmine was in …
Missed connections... ...as much as I hate the sound of that phrase, I admit that it makes a lot of sense when it comes to meeting someone you really click with, but then never seeing them again. Whether it's a matter of not having gotten their number (or even their name), it can be a …
Continue reading To Protect and Serve (A Letter to My Crush, Part 28)
