Adventures in Dating By Gigi Flores and Helen Obispo

As the World Turns

I told you of how I had a new chapter brewing the last time I had blogged. I met a wonderful man named Sam about three weeks ago who was tall, dark and handsome through a friend. He seemed to be a very positive person and have his life together. From what my friend had told me, he seemed to be the total package. We instantly clicked and had undeniable chemistry from the moment we met. We agreed that we were off to a running start and that we should slow down because we could both forsee everything happening…marriage, kids, the whole picture.  Everything went great for about two weeks. Yes, I said TWO weeks. And then… Adventures in Dating: Helen – Part XVII – continue reading…

Girls Night(s) Out A.K.A Soul Food

With tears streaming down my face, I opened the door to greet a smiling, sparkling Gigi. Gigi’s smile immediately fell into a sympathetic frown, as I continued crying and told her, “It has been yet another time of Gideon going with his father and not wanting to. It begins on Wednesdays when it is his weekend to have him. Gideon begins saying, ‘No Jonah, mama. I want to stay with you’ Heart wrenchingly, I dig down deep and remind him of how much fun his visit will be and that he will also get to see his grandma and grandpa. Adventures in Dating: Helen – Part XVI – continue reading…

Urination and all that cannot be undone

As I tell my tales, I imagine myself walking through the molasses swamp in the game called Candy Land. It seems as if I keep getting deeper and deeper, going further toward danger, but instead of turning around and running the other way, as I should, I just keep trudging forward. So, instead of learning my lesson on dating people that I am familiar with, I continued on with the cycle. Adventures in Dating: Helen – Part XV – continue reading…

The Men Who Never Let Me Down

I sat there, feeling my heart beat in my ears, feeling his chilly hands dance over my back, lifting my bra. “Just breathe, Helen. No worries, just breathe”, he softly told me as he continued on his discovery. I breathed in again, trying to slow my heart down, but it wouldn’t. Adventures in Dating: Helen – Part XIV – continue reading…

Rick-The Man who just wouldn’t stop talking…

I am a child of the eighties. I was raised playing outside, and I was a fan of Strawberry Shortcake, Holly Hobby and Cabbage Patch Kids. Times were simple and it only took a little incentive for my siblings and I to be good during the week so that we could pick out a fun activity to do over the weekend. Adventures in Dating: Helen – Part XIII – continue reading…

The Kleenex Box and all that should never be re-visited again

The man that I speak of in this chapter makes me think of my favorite food, refried beans. They give me terrible acid reflux, but the more I think about them, the more I want them, despite my inability to digestively handle eating them. For this reason, I want refried beans all of the time and could eat them for every meal. I think of how many dishes I could put them with and how wonderful they taste when they are sitting in my palate. Of course, I never remember the acid part until after I have eaten a great, big bowl of them. After eating them, much like what happened in this chapter; calling upon an ex to fill a particular void -immediate remorse sets in. Adventures in Dating: Helen – Part XII – continue reading…

¡Viva La Vida Loca!

Start the Mariachi, as we trudge onward to meeting a little Latino man, Manuel. Before this instance, I had never dated a Latino man seriously. I am not sure quite why, it just never seemed to happen. Not totally true, however, because David was Mexican. However, due to the fact that David had been born and raised in the United States, he seemed more American than anything. Alas, Manuel was my true introduction to the Latino world. Adventures in Dating: Helen – Part XI – continue reading…

Helen’s First Love, Continued

While the waves crash into the shore, my eyes begin to droop as the lullaby of the waves nearly rock me to sleep. I can’t help but feel the old ache in my heart coming back, as I sit by the sea and look out over the big, blue water that seems to go on forever. Although it’s been ten years since that misty night so long ago, as each wave crashes, it seems to bring with it an old memory of the love that I had with Andrew. I think of him sometimes, but here, where we used to frequently vacation and where we grew up playing side by side, the ache is almost unbearable. Adventures in Dating: Helen – Part X – continue reading…

Helen’s First Love

After my divorce and enduring my set-ups, life was crazy. Talk about mass confusion all of the time. How in the hell was I supposed to remember how to date, let alone what a guy wanted? The whole idea of the dating scene and all of the horror stories you hear now in our society is enough to make any woman run to a convent and beg them to take her in. I was pretty much to that point, but knew deep down, I would either end up breaking my vows after meeting some great parishoner or falling in love with a priest. Adventures in Dating: Helen – Part IX – continue reading…

Being set up on dates by loved ones..

After my divorce from Jonah was final, I hated men. I was absolutely, positively sure that I was never, ever going to want to welcome anyone into my life again. However, as we all know and as the John Mellancamp song so truthfully states, “Word gets around in a small, small town”, and that’s exactly what happened. Adventures in Dating: Helen – Part VIII – continue reading…