The End of Dating - Chronicles of Serial Daters

Deanna, Alicia and Morgen were sitting on Deanna's balcony. It was a gorgeous day, the sun was shining and they each had a glass of their favorite red wine. Each women had exited a fling or relationship with one of those men who women love to talk about.  They all had something ridiculously shitty to share about the ex.  Whether or not they really cared about how things ended was not the point.  The best part of a breakup is throwing the asshole directly under the bus. It's what women do when they get together.  It's like a law!  Alicia could not wait to share the dirty little secrets she had on her fucker of an ex.  They shared a child together, and all they did was fight, it was exhausting.  He was a relentless mess of a man whore.  "My 'Dick'  was stupid enough to get caught cheating with other women.  WTF?  Did he not think people would tell me they saw him out with other women? Not to mention the ones who flat out approached me abo

Dee and Layla were best of friends. Layla had a hot new boy toy she wanted to show off to Dee.  She told him he needed to cook them dinner before they went out that night, maybe he'd get lucky with both of them. Layla chuckled at the thought. She damn well knew Dee would never, EVER, go there.  They simply didn't do those things, but they had fun teasing the men in their lives.  They were all so hopeful too. While waiting for Boy Toy, they laughed and drank and were looking forward to a fun evening out.  "What time is this kid coming?"  Dee asked.  "I'm starving and its getting late." Boy Toy finally showed up, but not necessarily prepared to cook dinner.  Strike number one. Such a lame excuse too.  Layla was a tad more forgiving, but Dee was not happy.  She gave him a hard time. Boy Toy decided to jump in the shower, his hopeful soul conveniently left his clothes on the kitchen counter.  In the meantime, the girls sat outs

Four lovely ladies sat together at a lovely sushi dinner. One spoke of an upcoming job interview. The second was planning a trip to the nude beach to gaze at naked young fishermen. The third chatted it up about a new male prospect she was anticipating nailing down. And the fourth rambled a bit about a semi successful break up.  If there is a such a thing. "I'll go on the nude beach with you." said number four to number one.  "Anytime you want. You just say the word.  Young naked fisherman are my thing."   Number one smiled and laughed.  Recalling the hot young number she tried to take a photo of that fine day. Lady number two, the youngest of the four, is amazed at how free the other three speak of their lives, as if no one can hear them at the neighboring tables. Number three is finally trying to settled down.  She is smitten with her latest conquest. She shared a few tib bits.  "He has so many layers. I want to know ALL of