Leading up to the holiday weekend, you confessed plenty. Seems like you’ve gotten yourselves embroiled in summer flings already. Sounds like some of them are great, some confusing, and some that are downright harrowing.
That’s dating for you. Here’s the week that was in the Nerve Dating Confessions:
June 25 2009, 07:36 p.m.
"Seriously? A bloody-palm high five after period sex? I love you so much"
June 25 2009, 09:49 p.m.
"I grew up in a generation weaned on online social networking and text messaging, so I have no idea what a date is supposed to be. I don't think it's creepy to text message someone immediately after getting their number in a bar."
June 26 2009, 03:26 p.m.
"I'm thirty-two. I have a very public profession and I live in a small town. I'm lonely and I want to date. I'm self conscious about people being in my business and about my needing to lose weight. I want someone who’s loving and caring, but I'm worried I won't be attentive. Kink feels like a hollow substitute, but it's all I have for now."
June 26 2009, 11:52 p.m.
"I don't know if I'm paranoid, but am I the only one actually getting checked for STDs and getting blood-work done after each girlfriend? I have a clean bill of health, and almost every girl I've met, in the “moment of truth” and lacking a condom, told me to just put it in. I always think to myself, “Who else has she said this too?” I get it, we are animals and it's a primal act, but I don't wanna die from fifteen minutes of pleasure. Nor do i want genital warts/herpes — which many of my friends have gotten. Fuck that. I need a girlfriend and blood-work."
June 27 2009, 09:11 p.m.
"I shouldn't want to be with someone who fed me lines of bullshit about how I'm not the right religion to date or someone who turned around and dates a friend of mine who is the same religion as me. Smart, dude."
June 28 2009, 08:14 p.m.
"I go through these phases during which I fantasize and fixate on certain activities or partners. My libido changes from one, month-long obsession to another. Through dozens of these moods, year after year, no matter the scenario, the very thought of getting you off just once haunts me more. Obviously, getting you into bed while remotely sober would be a great start. Too bad THAT is the part that seems out of reach."
June 29 2009, 12:31 a.m.
"Why is it that gay men are perfectly comfortable and even encouraged to be upwardly mobile and proudly ambitious (and, yes, materialistic,) and lesbians are supposed to want the complete opposite? I'd really like to date women, but it's frustrating to bring a girl home and have her describe my neighborhood and building as really bourgeois. I'm very laid-back and not at all materialistic, but yes, I was a private school brat and would like to find a woman who isn't intimidated by that and in fact lived that life, too. Where are those lesbians, huh?"
