A week later, another date was already planned. At this point, I probably should have accepted that this was no longer “ just curiosity.” It had officially become a very exciting hobby. One of the things I secretly loved most about these dates was actually getting ready for them with…

On the way to his house, I was nervous. Not the may-be-I-should-cancel kind of nervous, but the excited kind – butterflies, racing thoughts, checking my reflection in the taxi window every thirty seconds for absolutely no reason. Before I left, my husband had given me surprisingly practical advice: “Just kiss…

After my first experience, life moved on quickly. I was married, happy and before long…pregnant. Between morning sickness, baby clothes, sleepless nights and discovering that tiny humans somehow produce laundry at industrial levels, my little journey of exploration was temporarily put on hold. To be hones, during my pregnancy dating…

By this point, I was married to the love of my life. Cue the romantic music, the happy tears and probably way too much wedding cake. But after my first unexpected adventure before the wedding, I realized something important: my little journey of self-discovery wasn’t over yet. Apparently, curiosity doesn’t…

A few days before I was supposed to walk down the aisle, something happened that wasn’t in the traditional playbook. I went on a first date. Not with my future husband – him I already knew quite well – but with someone else. For quite some time, I had been…