Lilianna lived in a quaint, sunlit apartment on the 4th floor of a charming old building nestled within the bustling heart of a large metropolis. From her window, she had a front-row seat to the vibrant theater of city life: people scurrying to work in tailored suits, parents pushing strollers to the nearby market, and street vendors shouting over the morning din.…
Under the covers and feeling the heat of her body inches away from mine. It was an impromptu sleepover on a first date. We both had a few beers after an initial shot of citrus flavored tequila. That was hours ago. Our alcohol buzz was mellow now with our mutual desire for sleep.…
Of course, I wanted to know how often he was dating and how long had it been since his last date. Was the Greek restaurant his choice for dates he saw as long-term, or dates he was just looking to hook-up with and dump? I was looking for signals or cues from the waitress, the hostess, or that weird looking guy behind the bar.…
I received Priscilla’s number through a brief correspondence within the firewalls of safety managed by the online dating site. I didn’t know her last name, and to be real, how could I really be sure that her name was actually Priscilla? Her bio and vitals described her as pretty much like any single girl looking to find someone special in the greater metro area.…
