Authors: Larry Smith,Rachel Fershleiser
Still can’t believe
I kissed him.
—
Rosally Sapla
Long distance didn’t make
love easier.
—
Rachel Kramer Bussel
My book title makes dating
awkward.
—
V. V. Ganeshananthan
Big ambitions. Chased
women. Oh well…
—
Don Cummer
Child bride sticks
with first love.
—
Erika Munson
I asked, sadly she said no.
—
Judy Hasday
We were roadkill on
love’s highway.
—
Kyla E. Town
It was always better
with strangers.
—
Igby Kin
Replaced by a mail-order
bride.
—
Marissa Jacobe
Screwed. Screwed Up.
Settled down. Happier.
—
Steve Almond
Oh, I loved you so much…
—
Tillie Seger
He was “our” dog—
not anymore.
—
Chris Teja
Red flags all over China,
heartbroken.
—
Amy Blumenreder
Kissing technique learned from
watching television.
—
Mark Harris
Said I pulled out,
I lied.
—
Troy Nickerson
Among your sexiest
attributes: health
insurance.
—
Jaynel Attolini
She left all her things
behind.
—
Craig Fishburn
Loved them all, for a
minute.
—
Ian Fischer
Don’t want your ring. Just love.
—
Naomi Piercey
Teen homewrecker.
Still miss his kid.
—
Martha Garvey
Hired me. Fired me.
Married me.
—
Julie Klam
You were
my Little
Red-Haired
Girl.
—
Patricia Bailey
Girl beautiful. No
Mercedes. No love.
—
Sujoy Kumar Chowdhury
Jeannette’s spell influences my
every thought.
—
Jordan Brady
He should have married
the television.
—
Tammy Lunn
Wined, dined, free.
Bedded, wedded, flee.
—
Gail L. Jenner
Never again. Maybe Once. Yes, okay.
—
Emma Starr
He preferred buddies.
Buddy preferred me.
—
Tara Lazar
Unfortunately eight
inches was not
enough.
—
Steven Banks
More complicated than
movies let on.
—
Erin McIntosh
Job requires me
to contemplate
cunnilingus.
—
Dan Savage
I fell in love twice today.
—
Vanessa Aricco
She got Hodgkin’s
lymphoma. I bailed.
—
Michael Malice
He loved the Mac, not me…
—
Ellen Holmes
Wow. Didn’t think
she’d do that.
—
Gary Belsky
Maybe he will call me tomorrow.
—
Jody Madala
Married a hottie,
divorced a hothead.
—
Pixie Paradiso
Shhh. You won’t feel a thing.
—
Emily Doherty
Me, wife, boyfriend;
polyamory can work.
—
Amy Collins
Bemoaning the memory of
unreciprocated affection.
—
Francis DiClemente
I love you and I’m leaving.
—
Christine Stewart
Said no. Twice. When is yes?
—
Lisa Brennan-Jobs
Went for milk,
never came back.
—
Lindsay Freda
Well, my children still love me.
—
Bill Shapiro
We kissed before
he was arrested.
—
Melissa Jun Rowley
Sex. Three weeks
from Thursday, OK?
—
Adam L. Penenberg
Happiness is a bed to
myself.
—
Michelle Ponto
I kicked Romeo’s ass. The End.
—
Lee Payne
After a divorce,
orgasms are possible.
—
Becky Judge
Beloved’s face.
Like staring at God.
—
Susan Dickman
He sees the me I don’t.
—
Mary Catherine Hamelin
Concern with freedom became his
bondage.
—
Teresa Lin
I have never been in love.
—
Peter Blue
We can share secrets
and bras.
—
Caroline Paul
eHarmony reject, Match.com failure,
unloveable me.
—
Tammy L. Denton
Looked, liked, lusted,
loved, lost, lonely.
—
Susan Hale