When we started dating, our dates were what most people would consider to be typical. We would go the bar, get drunk munchies, make our way to find some food, and then go to his place to have loud and amazing sex. In the beginning, the restaurants varied. We ended up at Taco Bell, sometimes Wendy’s, occasionally Subway, but most frequently National Coney Island.
When we went to the Coney Island, my ex would joke that I was “in for a special treat” …
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She left.I found. Much happier.
When we started dating, our dates were what most people would consider to be typical. We would go the bar, get drunk munchies, make our way to find some food, and then go to his place to have loud and amazing sex. In the beginning, the restaurants varied. We ended up at Taco Bell, sometimes Wendy’s, occasionally Subway, but most frequently National Coney Island.
When we went to the Coney Island, my ex would joke that I was “in for a special treat” …
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Which would make him monsieur ix is a man much younger than i. don't mistaken me for one second, i adore this man. and i believed him when he said it for me also. but i dunno, 'lucy got some splainin to do'. when a man does not know how to make love to 'the sexiest woman he's ever met' or better yet when the passion is not leading the night, something ain't right. why bother calling, emailing, texting, smoke signals or otherwise contacting your ex …
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We met in college and dated for a few months, then moved in together just before graduation. We got married a year later, and surprised our folks at Christmas with framed copies of the marriage license, so they'd know we were no longer "living in sin".
After four years, we divorced. Although it was very difficult to do, it was for the best. We had nothing in common and were too young to know that we were too young to be in a relationship, let alone be married.
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My True Life Story includes my soon to be ex husband whom after knowing him for 20 yrs. and married for 15 yrs. tried to kill me by slowly drugging me. One night I woke up to find him blowing smoke in my face after pushing my hair in my face! I was already sick and the dr. gave me something for a severe virus and I was combating hypothyroidism. He took pics. of me w/cell camera and I remember begging him to stop! I couldn't …
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I had always been curious about string quartets, and my chance came when I got to McGill, which had a
chamber music society. But my all-Canadian housemates discouraged me: "All those violins--it's a bunch of
cats howling. We're going to the Canadiens-Maple Leafs game. C'mon, Yank--we'll teach you about hockey."
They were good guys, so I went along. They knew how broke I was, so they always paid for the tickets, and
anyway, they had convinced me that it was shameful for someone from Boston …
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Things may appear funnier in my rear view.
My ex or as most of us say "ugh, that mistake" is one of those people that rooted his self a spot in my memory. In the beginning of "The End" I was hurt, confused, sad and hateful. I eventually grew to love him in a deeper way for even as an ex he was one of the most influential people in my life. He was not only a lover, and hater but he was one of my "life's" teachers. He made me strong and when I was down he …
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We were young. We were head over heals for each other. And the eight months we spent together, which doesn't seem like a long time but to me is quite the accomplishment, seemed to fly by. Everything was perfect. We were always happy. We were always excited to see each other. I lived an hour away. He was always charming and smooth. Knew just what to say in any given situation to make my heart melt a little. I was suddenly a believer of love. I felt good. I felt …
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The Karma Ideal
Please, please let me begin by telling you a few things. I really must insist. The sex? It wasn’t ever really that good, but let’s face it, ladies, was it when you were twenty-one? To my recollection- which is admittedly vague given that sober sex was a distant second to the other option- it was just about the fucking. There was no “discovery” or “gspot” or “xspot” or “the move”. Just getting railed. What did I know? …
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It started out in the dark nights of my teens, before I even realized it, before I was even open. I was wrapped up in a dire situation, one that was slowly draining all of the life out of me. And somehow, at the end of it all, when I was feeling unrepairable, I found him.
Him being my ex... of almost three months now. Once upon a time the maybe love of the rest of my life, the other end of each breath I took for the …
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There I was. It was High School, the year 2003. I was a quiet teenager, finding comfort in my solitude. I had a few dude friends that I would consort with, but was entirely too shy to ever approach a girl. I was plopped into an Ecology/Geology class due to a scheduling mishap, and there was no escaping it. Great. It's bad enough it was only third period early in the morning, but it was even worse considering the subject matter. Rocks? Dirt? I didn't really care.
I was …
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Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy world
He could be that boy
But I’m not that girl
-“He Could Be That Boy”
from the musical Wicked
It was fall of my freshman year in college. I hadn’t dated much, just to the big dances like Prom, when I was a convenient ask for one of the science guys I hung out with. Between my junior and senior years in high school, my parents and I moved to Eau Claire, WI, …
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SAD CLOWN
by Mo Rogoff
Home to empty house, feed hungry self, I’m still empty, retreat to couch, close eyes. By 8:30, I surrender, lock up for the night, and go to bed.
At 10PM I wake in fear, positive a large man has broken in and is sitting next to me on the side of the bed. Staring at me as I sleep. I wake myself by talking out loud, trying to find the right stance and tone of voice to persuade the intruder to go.
I use …
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Everybody has a soul don't you.
She will always be The Ex. Every story i've told or written since has been a story about Her. I drink and think of her, I screw and think of her, I drive and think of her. It's been three empty, quiet years and all i know is that i haven't been the person i was since.
which I know is a lie, because i was a pissant then. It was a shoddy love, a teenage love, and I was over-optimistic and over-dedicated.
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This is me. Spilling my guts on my ex from almost 10 months ago that i still miss. Still see every time i turn the corner. Still regret not telling him how i felt when it could have changed my life. Im 14. And i believe he would have changed my life even more than he already has, but differently. I hope in my dreams that it would have been for the better.
Please dump her. Come back to me. Pick me. Love me. Choose me.
I chose you. …
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I was what the ever so popular cliche says, "Head over heels."
Oh, but how stupid was I to do so...
We were best friends from the day we were introduced. Best friends who told each other everything, someone whom I could confide in and trust.
Like my brother.
Everyone claimed we should have gone out from the day we met. We thought otherwise. The awkwardness would have been unbearable to withstand.
He had always had a "secret crush" on me. It was definitely no secret …
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It’s been about two years since I’ve heard from you. Three years since you left, and by now, almost no one at work remembers you and I. Hospitals cycle doctors every couple of years, names are forgotten more quickly than you’d expect. But stories linger, whispers in your old ER about what you did before you left, or were fired, or whatever the truth actually was.
I wonder every once in a while, what happened to you? You’re not on Facebook. Nothing on …
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