P i hope you like it! Gay, straight but emotionally unavailable, straight but emotionally unstable, straight but a complete tool, straight but actually gay, straight but married — the list goes on and on. I have dated every type of guy. I've done the cute nerds, the hot guys, the quiet kids and even the guys whose sexuality I would strongly question. But it never works. No one is good enough!
At a small cafe, they sat and spent the night talking. I'm also an only child so I'm her only hope. I don't get any special treatment. You can have kids well into your forties you know. Gwen giggled as he ate some more. She put a forkful of her salad into her mouth and watched him silently. He was handsome enough. She would really have to thank Katie and the girls for doing this for her.
It's been so long since she took someone home with her. She just hoped he felt the same way. Gwen chuckled softly before running her foot playfully up his leg. Arthur gasped out a laugh and she detected some nervousness in it. He sat there contemplating for waving to a waitress. By the time they got to Gwen's, it was pouring rain out and they ran to her door. She got her keys out and unlocked the door, but by then they were both soaked and they burst into the apartment with laughter.
Arthur closed the door and Gwen leaned into him as she placed her keys and purse on the stand. They stood there looking at each other before Arthur leaned closer towards her. They kissed softly before the tension between the two of them lit a fire and they hurried to get each other naked before the other. Clothes left trail along the floor to her room and by the time they reached the bed, they were down to their underwear. They landed on the bed, with him on top. He moved her arms above her head and kissed down her neck.
Gwen moaned softly as his lips grazed her pulse point on her neck. She couldn't understand how he could have known where it was after only knowing her a couple of hours. His hands found her hips and she left her to remove her red panties. Gwen reached behind her back and unhook the matching red bra that went with the panties and threw it onto the floor.
Arthur took a moment to look her over and she blushed red. Gwen smiled and pulled Arthur down into a kiss as she reached to her left and opened her bedside drawer. She reached in and got the box of condoms she kept in there for emergencies.
Between the kissing and getting Arthur out of his boxers, she managed to get one out of the box. Arthur snatched it from her and opened it up. She snatched it back and slowly slipped it onto his shaft. He moaned out as the throbbing was getting out of hand down there. Arthur felt her left leg come up around his waist and drew closer to her. They moaned in unison when he entered her. It was quite easy to be open with him, though I didn't know why, but it had been a long time since I'd had a decent conversation with a guy who wasn't posturing, and Edward wasn't posturing at all.
He was quite lovely and relaxed, which relaxed me as well. Eric lives in Queens…you don't have to point out the irony to me. I offered to let him stay with me when he moved to Manhattan after he graduated college, but he made some stupid comment about spreading his wings and finding his place in the world. I don't ask too many questions because he's more than willing to share intimate details that have sent me running in all kinds of directions on more than one occasion.
From what I know, he came out to his biological parents, and they kicked him out. My dad worked at Lenox Hill at the time, and when Eric was brought in after a brutal attack, Dad got to know him.
He's really a great kid, and it really was a no-brainer for my parents to take him in as a foster kid. They adopted him when he was fifteen. I've known him for eleven years, and it seems like I've known him my whole life. He has a good and loving heart. I saw him glance at his brother who was leaving with the teacher. He turned around in our direction and smiled, bringing a chuckle from Edward.
I could see he loved his brother and accepted him without question. It was quite remarkable. I'm usually closed on Mondays, but I'm not ready to go home yet. Can you hang around? After the place emptied except for four other couples and Seth, the bartender, he shut down a lot of lights and turned on music.
I saw him speak to the young guy, and after a fist bump, the kid was gone. The kitchen lights were still on, but Edward didn't seem to care. He sat back down after grabbing us two more beers, and he smiled a glowing smile at me. Always single or recently single? He was too good a catch to have always been single, especially at thirty-eight. Okay, here's the history. Divorced eight-years ago after eight years of trying to make something more out of a very good friendship, I guess.
We still get along well, thankfully, but we had different ideas of what a happy life would be. Being married to someone who was happy to serve food and tend bar wasn't what she wanted for her life, and it was all I've ever wanted to do. I enjoy the change of seasons.
She's married to a pretty great guy, and they're happy. I have a thirteen-year-old daughter who spends summers with me at my parents' place on Long Island, and she comes for Christmas, but now there's some kid named Taylor in the mix so Vanessa is trying to give me the brush about Christmas this year.
I was sure it would happen, but I'm not really ready for it quite yet. I laughed and squeezed his knee for no reason whatsoever.
My parents were so pissed off they didn't speak to me for most of the break. They've finally adjusted, and I think they're actually doing better now than they were before I moved to Seattle for undergrad.
Letting go has to be hard, but it's what parents are supposed to do, isn't it? He seemed to contemplate what I said and smiled. I just didn't know I'd become irrelevant when she was thirteen.
I thought I'd be her hero for a few more years. I remembered when my dad was replaced by a kid named Jason. Dad hated him, and as I'd find out later for good reason, but it was the separation he was pushing against. Jason and I both ran on the junior varsity track team, and the Saturday morning practices took place of the fishing trips I took with my father. That was the beginning of the end for my dad, and he didn't fade into it gracefully.
I could see Edward was the same kind of guy. I was fourteen and running track. Jason was fifteen, and we used to go to practice together.
My father wasn't happy about it. He thrashed against it, forbidding me from seeing him, which only made me want to see him more. When it fell apart because Jason was a dick, my dad was right there to pick up the pieces.Cody Simpson Speed Dates With A Lucky Fan! - Speed Dating
If your ex-wife is keeping tabs on her, she'll be fine, but you getting pissed about her relationship will only cause her to want to see him more. If he breaks her heart, the way Jason the jackoff broke mine all those years ago, she'll need you. He laughed a bit and took my hand, kissing my knuckles. I think everyone's ready for a coffee drink. He came back with a carafe and a smile.
Specialties of the house. I can judge your drink of choice just by looking at you. Welcome to Irish Eyes. I'd say you're a bit of a chocolate lover, right? He perused the bar and pulled up two bottles of liqueur. One was chocolate and the other was white chocolate, and after he poured whiskey in a mug, he added the liqueur and topped it off with coffee, adding whip and a chocolate drizzle. Alice showed her appreciation by clapping and squirming in her seat.
He handed it to her and then poured a shot of Jameson's with a cup of coffee for the musician. I'm going to guess you're a bit more hardcore than your friends. Let's see…do you like a bit of orange? Edward poured her a cup of coffee, topping it off with a shot of Grand Marnier. He took a piece of orange rind, lit it with a lighter, and swept it around the top of the mug.
He grated orange zest on top of it and handed it to her. He poured a shot of Maker's Mark on the rocks for the doctor and pushed it over to him. The doctor laughed and toasted with Rosalie. You're not a coffee drinker are you?
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Myself, I was surprised by how spot on he'd been with his predictions to that point. He walked back to the kitchen and after a few minutes, he came back into the bar with a small pitcher.
Ben, I'll get you a cup of coffee when the fresh pot's finished," he responded pouring his friend a shot of Jameson. I looked around and saw Jess had left with the stockbroker, and I laughed. The woman had no reservations about going home with a stranger, and it worried me because she didn't have the best taste, nor track record, with men. She was a friend of ours from high school who, like me, was new to Manhattan, and I'd had to pick her up from more than one one-night-stand even in high school.
It was September 12, and the next day was my birthday, but I wasn't too keen on celebrating it. Twenty-six was a strange age to be because I was likely…well if I was lucky…at my quarter life. I'd accomplished a lot, but it seemed like I was missing out on something big. I had no idea what it was, so another birthday brought no great excitement for me…. So, barkeep, what's my drink of choice?
He reached into the cooler and pulled out another Budweiser, shoving it at me with a smirk. Their frou-frou drinks really held no interest for me, but I was a bit disappointed he didn't make more of a fuss. Beer before liquor, never sicker.
I certainly don't want you sick, Birthday Girl. Since I had time to kill, I turned to Emmett, the doctor. Emmett, why do you come to these things?
Seems like you wouldn't have a problem meeting women, no offense Rosalie. Maybe he hit pay dirt this time," Emmett answered as he sipped his drink.
Rosalie giggled, which told me he probably wouldn't be going home alone. I looked down the bar and saw Alice and Jasper in deep conversation, so I chose not to interrupt them. I turned to Ben, who appeared very nervous. Angela wasn't saying anything either. Ang graduated near the top of her class at Carter. She's writing for the City Paper until she gets discovered," I prompted with a smile. He returned my smile with a wink and turned to her.
I graduated from Columbia. I think I can help you out. Maybe I had a little bit of Cupid in me as well. It was nice to see my friends find guys who maybe would be perfect for them. God knew we deserved great guys, having sorted through the rubble of bad boyfriends past. Edward hadn't come back, and I was beginning to feel like a seventh wheel so I dared to go look for him, seeing him whisking and working around the immaculate kitchen. I ignored the comment, though it left me intrigued. I walked over to where he was working and saw batter.
Shouldn't you be throwing them out of your bar so you can go home? It's your day off, isn't it? Taste the batter and see if it's missing something. He didn't need to bake anything for me. I dipped a pinky in the batter to taste it, finding it was perfect. Kyoko only just noticed them there.
He wrote something down then handed it to her. I'd love to get to know you better. Someone actually asked for my number She thought in wonder.
He must have something wrong with him, despite seeming so normal. She didn't have time to get over the shock when another person came to the table. They sat down and she had to start the whole process over.
Just In All Stories: Story Story Writer Forum Community. She's never even been on a date before. And what's wrong with these men that they're asking for her number?
What will Ren do once he finds out whats going on? I do not own Skip beat. Just the story is mine. XD Kyoko immediately knew that whatever was happening, it had definitely been cooked up by the president. Love Kyoko turned to walk right out the door… and promptly ran into the president.
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Lory was still explaining the rules. Then after the 9 minutes are up-" At that moment, a loud ding sounded. The next date starts once the second bell rings" Kyoko sat down, feeling more panicked by the second. She couldn't believe him! Before she could protest, he had left.
Still struggling to regain her composure, a person sat in the chair in front of her. The man raised an eyebrow. He had a nice laugh, one that made you smile when you heard it. The bell rang, making Kyoko jump. Shinozaki laughed, agreeing with her. It was nice to meet you Shinozaki-san. This is going to be a long day.