I'm a published author, a writer, an active reader, and a thinker. I was born November 11 as Cynthia Bumgardner into a family of proud African-Americans and Greeks, and raised in Hyattsville, Maryland for most of my life. I have been writing since I was 10 years old, and it has been my passion ever since. As an INFJ, I inspire both myself and others.
I had a little elementary school crush that began when all he said was “you’re cute,” as we worked on classwork at a table with just us.
My eyes lit up like the stars at night out in the country. He thinks I’m cute? *gasps*
Ever since, I had a hard crush on that boy. So, I decided to invite him to my birthday party when November came around.
I invited classmates that were girls. No boys came, of course, because I really wanted my crush to come. The girls figured it out quickly that I had a crush, and they figured out I invited him. The girls crowded around me, turned on the radio, and this one song came on that I could never forget:
My Love by Justin Timberlake
Thus, they sang, crowding around me, mockingly:
See, all I want you to do is be my love (So don’t give away) My love (so don’t give away) My love (so don’t give away) Ain’t another woman that could take your spot My love (so don’t give away) My love (so don’t give away) My love (so don’t give away) Ain’t another woman that could take your spot, my love Love, my love, my love (Source)
If you’re a 90’s-early 2000’s kid, you sang along, didn’t you?
In a world quickly becoming digital, unless you live under a rock, chances are you’ve met a few people online that live quite a big distance from you. They could be from another jurisdiction, state, or even a different country.
You start talking to this person pretty often, you realize you have a lot in common, and you start talking on the phone, video chatting on Skype or Snapchat, having a grand ole time. Pretty soon, you realize that you’re falling in love with the person, or vice-versa. You decide to give them a chance, and you escape into fantasy la-la land for the next several months. You talk about seeing each other in person one day despite the expensive train or plane ticket, you muse over living together in the near future. Expectations rise, excitement encourages, and the strong desire to be with that person inflates to the maximum.
Next thing you know, one or both of you realize that seeing each other, or everything else you’ve promised/mused about, is simply not going to happen. It’s not about the money–it’s a human need to be close.
Thus, the relationships turns to a bitter end as you realize it hurts more being in a relationship with a person you might never see, or start a life with because of your circumstances.
What I’m going to describe is particularly about teenagers and young adults having long distance relationships. Generally, they don’t have the financial stability to support themselves, let alone to prepare flight and living arrangements for themselves somewhere else or for a partner. Perhaps this can apply to older adults as well.
It’s normal to want to fit in with our peers. Not only will you be accepted, you will realize that you’re not so different after all.
Or, so they say.
Being different is something that is being gradually accepted–from people who want to change their gender to practicing a different religion that’s not Christianity or Islam. Or, having no religion at all.
Yet, why do some of us still worry about conforming to social standards?
If you’ve clicked on this article, then congratulations–you’re a rarity among the online dating world. It happens. I say it is a rarity because men work like trees in the springtime: they cannot help but spread their seeds as far and wide as possible. Remember, it’s in men’s genetic code to breed. They’re not fully aware of this at all times, especially when their set goal is to find a sexual partner.
Not that men don’t want romance. Quite the opposite usually; they may WANT sex now, but eventually they will come around to the idea of romance. Besides the point, if for some reason you, as a woman, are not getting dates or even messages from guys is truly an enigma. No, stop saying it’s because you’re ugly or that men want a beautiful, sexy, blonde-haired woman with an hour-glass body. It just may be your profile itself.Take a look, and see if you’re making any of these 10 mistakes as to why you’re not getting messages, dates, or even a guy to stay after the first date from meeting online.
Let’s face it: girls are picky. Whether we like to admit it or not, we are.
I’ve heard time and time again on why a guy can’t even get a lasting conversation with a girl or even a response period online. Chances are, there’s nothing wrong with the women–it’s something wrong with your profile.
Read on to find out if you are making critical mistakes for your chance at romance.
College…is a place where students go to almost directly after high-school, to better their education in a field or practice that would make them certified for a job, or career, and eventually earn enough of an income that would cushion them for the rest of their lives. That’s a simple definition that I, and other high-scholars, college students, teachers, and parents, have. They all make college the number-one priority; the biggest achievement that any person must look forward to and complete, so that they can even stand a chance in this crumbling economy or, even, in this world. There is, however, a complication with this ideal. It may be defined for the general people, but not for the individual person.
He was the most incredible scientist the world has ever seen. Why? The answer is clear: he was something called an Astrophysicist. A scientist.
An astrophysicist is a scientist that looks up into the stars. It doesn’t matter when, or where. The stars were mystifying at night. So beautiful, so many things to constantly count. Until one day, those stars went dark.
When Stephen Hawking was born, he was a visionary. Sure, the kids picked on him, called him a nerd. In fact, it didn’t bother him at all. For he had a dream in his head that he couldn’t stop seeing. When you dream, anything is possible in your head. You imagine things, daydream, and the ideas simply come to life.
I’m a writer. Not that it matters, but just like Stephen Hawking, I had a dream. One thing we have in common is that we are extremely shy people. You’ve seen those nerds before. Always wearing black, making ugly faces, but no one knew that someone out there was secretly, secretly judging them. Jealously? Hah! I think not.