Romantical Escapades

This one was short-lived. I’m not sure the situation even warrants being included in my Romantical Escapades because it was over before it began. I’m warming up to share another deeply personal and emotional escapade, but in the meantime I hope you enjoy some of the rather colorful stops along the way. I was going […]

Maybe it’s just me, but it seems like any time I really get comfortable being alone and decide to be celibate, or when I start talking to someone with some serious potential, all the ghosts pop back up. The ghosts I’m referring to aren’t the transparent, floating kind, or even the kind who haunt you. […]

I have a lot of guy friends. That tends to happen when you’re a woman who shares a passion that is traditionally more accepted and enjoyed by men. Don’t get me wrong, there are a lot of amazing women who ride motorcycles, but it is still a predominantly male-dominated world. So, I have a large […]

I titled this one The Relapse because humans can be drugs, too. Maybe even more addicting than substances at times. It might be something about the person, the way they make you feel, or something. I had gotten him completely out of my system. Or so I thought. Nearly two years later, after he left […]

One late night, about a month after the text, I was talking to a friend about Triangle and how heartbroken I was. I was still seeing him, but much less frequently. He explained that in these types of situations every “leg” of the triangle plays its part. I think that was the night Triangle fully […]

I came home from Florida and got back into my routine. I was counting down the days until I could see him again, until my youngest came home, and until I got to go to Missouri to see my oldest graduate from his Army Engineer’s training. I didn’t get to see Triangle for a few […]

It seems like in most peoples’ worlds, their love escapades include pride and educational experiences, one by one. I’ve taken great shame in mine. From the choices I’ve made in the men I’ve dealt with, to my interactions, to my choices, and in many cases my acceptance. I maintained this perception that I was a […]