I remember going to college expecting to make some of the best friends of my life. It had always seemed that way — you have nice high school friends, but gradually they fade out of the picture and your college friends dominate your life. Wasn’t that the way it was supposed to be?

As I arrived at school and plunged into the rigorous academic environment that was promised in the Princeton brochure, the social scene surprised me in some way. There were the usual kinds of people I expected — the jocks, the preps, the econ majors — but not the friendships I was looking forward to.

I had dining hall buddies (people to eat and swap jokes with), and homework buddies (people to frantically share answers on problem sets with), but there was no gang of girls sharing secrets and supporting each other the way there was in high school. I compared notes with other friends and they agreed; for one reason or another, no one had as close friendships in college as they did in high school.

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(We’re back with another weekly installment of G.W.W.E [Guys We Want to Eff], and this week we are giving in to our love of older men. You know him as Bond, James Bond, but Daniel Craig is more than just a hot crime fighter. He’s also a hot cold-blooded murderer, and a sexy English Jesuit priest who wants to kill the Queen. Yeah, we definitely wanna eff him.]

Personally, I never thought they could ever get a hotter 007 than Pierce Brosnan. But, oh, how wrong I was. With baby blues like that, I will not allow the fact that Daniel Craig is 40 to get in the way of my desire to eff him until kingdom come.

The things I would do the Daniel Craig are X-rated. Not that he’d mind; he seems to like gettin’ a little dirty. Not only is he the most delicious piece of eye candy I’ve ever seen, he’s also super talented, with a ton of great movies under his belt (…even if everything else under there is a little…er….less than expected).

Though he had a pretty long career across the pond, we in the States first saw Craig alongside Angelina Jolie in 2001′s Lara Croft: Tomb Raider (it’s a good thing that bitch didn’t snag this one, too!) I instantly fell in effing love with his sweaty, sticky, and rugged look. It was that role that got the attention of women everywhere, and led to his current stint as the hottest James Bond ever.

Seriously, this man puts the Bond in Bondage.

Since seeing Casino Royale I have been counting down the days until I could see him in that tux again (and picturing me ripping it off him, too…have you seen this man’s body? Sweet Jesus.) And the day has finally come. (Editor’s Note: HELL YESSS!)

Craig’s newest Bond film, Quantum of Solace, comes out tonight and I can’t effing wait. I don’t know anything about the plot or the co-stars, nor do I care that my boyfriend messed up some dude’s house during the filming; all I know is that Daniel Craig leaves my martini shaken, not stirred.

Action movies aren’t notoriously known as “movies for women,” they typically have a special place in a man’s heart. Hence the whole movie genre known as Chick Flicks, which are made just for the ladies. But, there is something about James Bond movies that cross the gender line. I love Bond movies, I have seen them all, and my anticipation for each new movie’s opening is ridiculous.

Today, after all my waiting and agony, the newest installment of James Bond hits the theatres and I’m ready to sit on the edge of my seat and bite my nails. It isn’t just the action and adventure that I love in these movies (usually I’m not one for stupid, over-the-top action movies) but it is everything that accompanies a Bond movie: the oh-so-hot 007 himself, the music, Bond’s gadgets, his cool cars, the Bond girls and their fashion, the mystery, and all the adventure. They are amazing.

To celebrate the opening of Quantum of Solace, College Candy wanted to recap on the hot men who made us lust after Bond, James Bond.

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A few years ago, while working as a ski instructor up north at some unnamed resort, I made friends with an awesome guy.

A youth instructor like myself, we spent our days holding up languid 3-year-olds on the bunny slope and chasing screaming kindergarteners down larger hills, hoping against hope no one slammed into a tree in the process.

Being in a high stress (and FREEZING) situation supplied us with an instant bond, and we soon found ourselves skiing together during our free time and discussing our lives on chairlifts.

During out time together, it began to dawn on me that he was everything I had ever looked for in a guy: smart, funny, good with kids, active, gentle, and giving. He liked his parents, wrote music on his off time, and always waited for me whenever I fell into a giant snowdrift.

Basically, he was awesome. The only issue? I wasn’t attracted to him in the slightest.

He wasn’t ugly. It didn’t hurt to look him in the face or anything; he just wasn’t my type. Nothing about him made me jittery or full of butterflies, my heart never jumped when he walked into a room, and those long chairlift rides were never awkward with anticipation.

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