My back hurts as I type this piece. It always does the day after.
Our moments together — or love-making sessions, as he calls them — are the most passionate, sweet and hot, most attentive sex I’ve had in my life.
It’s fireworks, multiple orgasms, or small deaths as the French call them, non-stop kissing, intense eye contact, and shaky thighs afterwards. Our chemistry is undeniable.
It feels like I’m 19 again. When he texts me, I go all jelly inside. When he doesn’t, my heart and ego boats sink. These ups and downs have become a routine rollercoaster. …
Writes is obviously not my real name. I want to be as authentic, honest and vulnerable in my writing as I possibly can, without having to worry if potential employers or colleagues read my posts.
I’m still finding my voice here on Medium. I write about experiences that taught me something, made me think differently or even changed me.
I’m a Greek living in Paris. I could live on pasta, coffee and ice cream which makes me wonder if I was an Italian in a previous life.
I’m a hommie. I love the scent of fresh laundry and sleeping on…
My friend is living her best relationship. There is this one thing missing, though. He won't say I love you.
She’s yearning to hear these three magical words, but her boyfriend isn’t obliging.
He’s caring and kind, reliable and supportive, funny and uncontrollably cute — in her eyes — loyal and trustworthy. He’s quite a catch. And he is showing up for her.
He is showing — not telling.
“True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.” — Erich Segal
So what are the subtle, quiet signs that it is true…
Last year my team was hit twofold. The pandemic and a shitty manager.
While we were navigating the new reality of working remotely, we also suffered miscommunication, office politics, and a stressed-out, disorganized boss.
Some of my colleagues called it quits. Some moved to different teams. Some called in the office doctor and went on month-long sick leaves. I chose to stay; I burned out.
When the pressure at work was…
I’ve put my (dating) life on hold for the last year, and I’ll be honest, it’s been kind of lonely. I look forward to feeling safe to date again.
I got my first vaccine dose last month and can’t wait for July 1st when I get my 2nd and final shot.
I fantasize about long stretches of sandy beach, the air smelling of delicious coconut suntan lotion, flirty bartenders, and carefree hot summer nights where anything is possible.
Is what we crave—irrespective of relationship status and sexual orientation.
I’ll be honest. It was easy(er) hiding in my cocoon and pretending life had always been that way.
Maybe lockdown was the excuse I needed to stay inside without fear of looking totally not cool.
As we’re counting down to going back to normality, it’s getting increasingly more complicated. Meanwhile, others around me are super excited about the prospect.
With vaccines picking up in pace, we begin to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Bars and restaurants reopening feels exciting, but why does it feel difficult to ease into it?
How do you deal with the anxiety…
I was the girlfriend who always said, it’s ok.
I was seeing this guy who couldn’t commit — each time I got closer, I felt the China Walls between us. I’d tell myself he’s sweet and sensitive, but broken; he can’t let go and fall in love.
One night, he called me at 5 in the morning. There was a lot of noise; I could tell he was out partying and perhaps a little too drunk. You always get me, you always accept me, no one gets me as you do, he murmured before hanging up.
And as if going…
Most writers I know don’t know if they’re any good at writing. Some aren’t even sure if they’re writers.
What they all seem to be certain about is their need and desire to write.
Beginner writers, in particular, seem to have a clear enough idea of why they want to write and sort of a clear idea of what they want to write about.
You’d think that’s a great start. So, where do we get stuck? We are often clueless about how to write.
Fear no more beginner writer because Stephen King — the Master Storyteller, author of Misery, Carrie…
After what felt like endless discussions with HR, we agreed on the terms of termination, and I signed the documents.
It still felt unreal when the day came a week or so later.
Here I was collecting my shit in a paper box, just like in the movies. Feeling all eyes in the office on me — they were not. They’ve seen it before. Some would stare for a brief moment, but they soon resumed their duties.
I’m not going to sugarcoat this for you. Ending a job contract sucks. Like the end of any relationship, it comes with great…
I used to suck at job interviews.
A few years back, I had landed an interview with the employer of my dreams. Looking sharp in my black two-piece, I was in the waiting room, feeling sweat drip down my spine. It was winter.
As stressful as they are, job interviews are a key part of getting that dream job. Or any job for that matter.
If you’re struggling to perform your best when interviewed, you might be doing one or more of the following nine things wrong.
If you think because you're the one being interviewed, it’s their job to…
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