When I met Harley, I was in love with someone else. I was always in love with someone else; a guy who made poor life choices and strung me along like a loose thread begging to be pulled. Names would change, but scenarios remained the same. This was what I was into. Needless to say, unrequited loving wasn’t exactly productive or beneficial in any way that mattered (read: between the sheets) so I took to online dating for more substance – if you can believe that.
Andrea Loewen is the author of The Receptionist, a blog that highlights her love of cats, photoshopping Ryan Gosling into her life, feminist musings, and other daily life inspirations. While no longer a receptionist, she is currently a theatre geek who met her soon-to-be common law partner on Tinder… after growing up Menonnite. Here she talks about a life that has taken a very different path since that purity pledge as a teenager…
The baby arrived on November 11, conceived Valentine’s Day nine months earlier. This is at least what Jason had assumed, since it was the night he and Lila reconciled their differences again. What he didn’t know, is that it may not have been that particular night but two weeks earlier when Lila had woken up after a “girls’ night out” with a hangover, and a stranger snoring in her bed. But Lila refused to acknowledge the chance that her on-and-off-again boyfriend was not the father, and pushed the one-night-stand so far out of the circumstances she’d almost convinced herself that it hadn’t taken place.
(Photo credit: Jelger and Tanja Photographers) Breanne Agnew hails from Vancouver, BC, and helms the wedding blog, The Wedding Planner’s Diary. She grew up with a mother who was always crafting and a father who was always cooking – and discovered a love for creating when she was quite young, thanks to these two strong influences in her life. She was encouraged to do the things that made her happy, and this journey led to her discovery of Live Action Role Play. She was doing costume work when she realized she would totally be the type of fae to wear a chainmaille bra but having no idea where to find something like this, she made one and so began an affair with making armor. Here she talks about her upcoming nuptials, what it’s like to propose, and the frog she had to kiss before finding the man of her dreams.
The restaurant gleamed in chrome and crystal. Laughter and chatter droned noisely above the dozen white, round top tables where expensive taste could be seen from across the room. We were dressed casually, too casually. The server was decidedly put off by us; you could tell, even against the downturn of severe features that appeared to be cleaved from a long history of distaste. But his lack of positive attitude was redeemed in the sartorial confidence of a three-piece suit, shiny brown brogues, and slicked back hair that complimented an angular, clean-shaven face. Only in the city do servers look like movie stars. The tropical fish bobbed in the tank beside us, little mouths kissing out at us from behind the glass. We were out of place, but Joseph was pure cocky confidence, which to me appeared as a kind of transparent bravado – like someone waving his hands in the air at a bear in an attempt to scare it off.