Playful Escapades

I was 23 and thought she was around my age. Making my interest clear revealed the one question neither of us had asked.

I go clubbing with a good friend. Now I wonder whether women see us together and assume my flirting comes with a girlfriend attached.

She invited me to her Halloween party after one good date. Now I’m overthinking the arrival time, what to bring and how much to talk.

After a wonderful first date and a long-awaited kiss, I see her at our local bar with a friend. Our next date is set. Tonight is less clear.

A game night brought easy chemistry and touching knees. Giving him my number somehow felt like the bigger move.

I agreed to a horror movie even though they give me nightmares. After four dates, he had started to notice how little I ever chose.

A first shower at my boyfriend’s place revealed a routine I hadn’t expected—and left me facing a very awkward conversation.

He asked me to help him get with my best friend. She turned him down, kissed me, and invited me home. The next morning, he blamed me.

A month into dating, my boyfriend said he loved me. I smiled—and my later attempt to respond left us both a little awkward.

The conversation was easy. Reading the signals was harder. Then we kissed outside while waiting for her ride home.

I thought a fantasy about another man would turn my boyfriend on. Instead, he pulled away—and I can barely explain why I said it.

After she said she wanted to stay friends, a pumpkin-patch outing, haunted-house nerves and a full-arm hug left me unsure what to believe.