Playful Escapades

We had been dating for a few weeks when Ben said he loved me during oral sex. It was not a moment that lent itself to an extended clarification.

Jessica had planned dinner with Ryan, and dinner had gone well. They had talked, sat close, and come home with the comfortable feeling that the evening…

Dale’s dating profile included his expensive car, a terrace with an impressive view, and several carefully accidental references to success. He wanted…

My boss, Karen, believed in networking. At the conference, this began with professional introductions and continued long after the people wearing name…

The profile says thirty-nine. The biography says fifty. The explanation blames the app, which has apparently become the world’s most determined…

My girlfriend, Megan, is striking. I knew this when I asked her out. Somehow, I was still surprised to discover that other people had functioning eyesight.

“It’s been a while,” a woman says on a reality dating show.

After a decade-long relationship, I returned to dating at forty-five and discovered that the other people had been aging while I was busy. This struck…

I bought a Chanel bag and told my husband it had cost two hundred dollars at a thrift shop. The bag was beautifully made. The explanation had several…

After a year without contact, my ex, Chris, asked to meet for coffee. I agreed, then spent an unreasonable amount of time deciding what a woman who had…

When Claire put the little white lingerie bag in her suitcase, I immediately revised my expectations for our business trip. Until then, the itinerary…

My husband, Ben, had a secret refrigerator in the basement. I appreciate that “secret” is an ambitious word for an appliance that hums, requires…