To My Happy Ending

To My Happy Ending

To My Happy Ending

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Passionate Pursuits: My Sensual Exploration of Love and Desire

To My Happy Ending2023-11-23T15:07:04+00:00

My journey, dating life and stories

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To My Happy Ending

This blog is created with the aim of sharing my dating stories, including the highs and lows. I am often told that my tales of love and sex, even in their chaos, are quite interesting.

In this blog, I do not provide advice or tips on finding love. I myself am a failure in that department. I will share details of my personal life and sexuality without any taboos or reservations. This is meant to reassure women who are going through similar experiences that they are not alone. Many of us accumulate failed dates or experiences, as our beloved psychologists and life coaches would say.

I share anecdotes to laugh about, not to dramatize. Life is too short to spend it lamenting or whining. Together, we will laugh at my various adventures, some of which are quite thrilling.

I have chosen to maintain anonymity out of respect for the men I have encountered, who will be featured in this blog. It will also protect me from potential backlash, as the truth can sometimes be hard to digest, and my stories have some spicy elements.

To provide some context, I am a woman in my thirties, divorced and without children. I have a high-level job and achieve professional success, but on the flip side, I face romantic failures.

If any of my stories resonate with you, feel free to leave a comment. This blog is dedicated to sharing experiences, so I would be delighted to read your thoughts as well.

To My Happy Ending

Latest articles

Navigating the Echoes of a Situationship: A Story of Unmet Expectations and Rediscovery

At that critical juncture, as I prepared to sever ties, he unexpectedly inquired about my weekend plans. Caught off guard by his sudden interest, I responded without realizing he might have been extending an invitation. This exchange, though trivial on the surface, set the stage for a significant shift in our dynamic. He proposed another date, a gesture of effort that was all too rare. We spent an evening together that was distinct from any before—sharing pizza and watching basketball, an occasion devoid of physical intimacy but rich in a different kind of closeness. This night ended with a tender kiss, a promise of more to come, filling me with a new-found hope. However, patterns have a way of repeating themselves, and his subsequent cancellation added yet another layer of disappointment to our complex narrative.

Navigating the Highs and Lows: Reflections on a Complex Relationship

Reflecting on the 18 months of what I now recognize as a 'situationship', my understanding of our dynamic has deepened, revealing layers of emotion and conflict I hadn't fully acknowledged at the time. Initially, I was drawn to the potential of a relationship that existed mostly in my mind, fueled...

Unraveling Desire: The Ongoing Dance with the Bachelor

Despite the allure of his initial charm and the potential for something profound, the experience served as a reminder of the importance of aligning actions with words in the quest for meaningful relationships. Each interaction, whether filled with conflict or intimacy, drew me closer to him, challenging my earlier perceptions and making me reconsider what I truly desired from this complex connection. As our relationship evolved, so did my emotions, marked by a significant emotional and physical connection that symbolized our growing intimacy and mutual understanding.

Swiping Past the Facade: A Night of Contradictions with the Elusive Bachelor

As the evening wore on, what was supposed to be a cozy night of cuddling transformed into something entirely different. Despite his promise of warmth and companionship, the Bachelor's actions spoke of other desires, as he shifted from gentle touches to more insistent advances. The disconnect between his earlier messages of tenderness and the reality of that night was palpable. As he placed a physical barrier between us with a blanket, the space on the bed echoed the growing distance between his words and his actions, leaving me to count down the hours until I could retreat to the safety of my own home.

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