Listening to the drum circle outside my window until 3 AM last night (something that is a nightly occurrence at hippie schools until it gets too cold to light a joint with one hand and play the same rhythm over and over again with the other), I couldn’t help but think back on my last couple of years of college. While I’ve done a lot of cool academic things, met a lot of cool academic (and non-academic people), and learned important life lessons (protip: writing an important paper at 5 AM is just asking for typos), there is one thing I’ve done during my 4 years at school that I now kind of wish I hadn’t: hooked up with random dudes.

Once upon a time, I dated one guy for a long time. But instead of living happily ever after with me, he woke up one day and decided he wanted to “go through an asshole phase” (his words, not mine). After dumping me and proceeding to flirt and hook up with a lot of mutual friends, my once-love promptly forgot all about his sappy promises of “forever” and pretended we had never met.

You could say I was heartbroken.

Because I had always been “a good girl,” I hadn’t really dated around before the Ex, and was pretty flabbergasted at the entire dating process. Plus, I was grieving like some kind of Victorian widow in black and wasn’t thinking straight. Additionally, I was going out and drinking a little more — even though I was completely conscious of the fact that drinking a little more was going to make me cry a little more come hangover time. All of those factors combined meant that I decided my only life choice was to do what all my friends were doing: hooking up with random dudes because I could.

It took me a while to get a lay of the land (haha. Get it?), but after a few stumbles into emotional territory — haven’t you heard? Emotions don’t belong in hook-ups — I totally got the hang of it: meet a guy, make it obvious you’re easy going, be physical early, and then convince him to sleep with you after 1 or 2 dates. Guys are very easily convinced, and playing up my free-spiritedness made it easy for me to seem totally okay with everything. Even though, in the back of my wound-up mind, whenever the guy was snoring too loudly or fumbling around like an idiot, I would fear that I was not made for random hook-ups, I kept at it. Read More »

I think I’m the only chick who rides the ‘I don’t care about the “Sex and the City” movie’ train.

One of my friends lives and dies for this show. I remember one Christmas she got the boxed set of SATC DVD’s and handled them like a newborn as she showed everything to me. Like I half-expected her to put on rubber gloves to handle the box and its contents. She talked about the characters like they were real and they were her friends. And then I looked to her boyfriend. Whose eyes were glazed over because he clearly had been forced to watch — Every. Single. Episode.

She cannot be more set on making a girl’s night out of going to see the movie and then going out for drinks afterward. Cosmos, I’m sure. But there will be no random hook-ups because she thinks that she’s Charlotte and Charlotte wouldn’t ever have fun.

I don’t have the heart to tell her that I don’t share her love for that show and that I thought that it was time to get over it like six years ago. Read More »

I’ve been going through a bit of a dry spell, albeit a welcome one, for about three months now. I’ve barely noticed with working full time and writing every chance I get. And being more career focused than sex focused hasn’t left me (for once) starving for a little bit of booty. Fortunately, I am a woman that can take matters into my own hands. A little bit goes a long way when you’re too busy double clicking one mouse to even think about double clicking another.

Despite it all, I have been so on top of my game that I haven’t had time to focus on being on top of a guy. Career driven is a good look for me, so a little give and take in other areas hasn’t been so bad…until two weeks ago when the drought finally ended.

Now, you would think getting a little action would spark my creative juices and get things flowing for a slew of sexy blogs.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

I have discovered a new form of cock blocking much more frustrating than the times your friends shove you into a cab and far away from the hottie at the bar. This is a literal cock blocking. A cock block on my creativity. And it sucks. Read More »

“Ummmmm he sounds like an ass. Why do you like a@$holes, Claire? Why?! You need someone who wants to spend time with you. And (not like I take my own advice) but they’re not going to be the good looking guys, unfortunately. I’m trying to lower my standards of “hotness” because those guys are just big losers who know they can get away with treating girls like shit.”

This is an email I got from my friend “E” today. She, like many of us, is completely frustrated with the lack of even half-dateable men out there. To get right to the painful point, I, as completely mortifying as this is to admit, was rejected via THEFACEBOOK. Read More »

I’m having a Sex and the City déjà vu moment. I was watching the episode where Miranda decides that she’ll buy all new bed sheets under the theory that if her bed is a place she wants to be, then others will want to be there too. Or as Carrie put it, “if you build it, he will cum.” So, with that said, I head over to Bed, Bath & Beyond and decide that my even though my current sheets are white, fabulous and 800 thread-count, they are starting to look a little dingy and it’s time to invest in a new set. I’m plowing through the sheets…too green, too thick, too thin, too ugly, 250 thread-count…you must be joking…and I’m starting to realize that I’m just as picky with my sheets as I am with men!

It was just then that this amazingly hot, tall, sexy man appeared and was also eyeing the 600 thread-count white sateen cotton sheets that were on sale for $75 from $100…love. He must be gay. There’s no way that this perfect man could appear out of nowhere, be super hot AND have good taste. Read More »

So I got the first shot for the HPV vaccine the other day. I don’t really mind the gyno…except for when they ask you those amazingly awkward and uncomfortable questions face-to-face (i.e. “how many partners have you had? and “Have you ever given or received oral sex?”).

I mean, on the scale of slutty-ness, I’d have to say my ranking is very low…but for some reason, after being quizzed on my sexual past I’m always left feeling like a $2 hooker that hangs out on 42nd street.

The HPV vaccine seems too good to be true and yes, it only protects you from four strains of HPV (and there’s about 100) but I say that four is still better than zero, no? Anyway, they make you “talk” to the gynecologist before you get the first shot to make sure you’re a good candidate for the vaccine (must be 26 or younger, etc.).

The gyno asked me “when was the last time you were tested for AIDS and STD’s?”

Me: “About eight months ago”

Gyno: “No new partners since then?”

Me: “Err….ummm…no. I guess not…” Read More »

During my three years as a Resident Assistant, I came across some normal problems like roommate conflict, some not-so-normal problems like roommates sleeping with knives and then there was the age-old problem that all of my little residents could never seem to find the solution to – Should I or shouldn’t I hook up with someone who lives in my building/on my floor?

I mean, who am I to judge? I won’t go into too many details, but let’s just say I’ve been down that path and I’ve had a different experience each time (most not so great).

The ultimate and most vital question any dorm resident asking her/himself should be is “will it be awkward the next time I see this person?”

I think the whole scenario is really on a case by case basis. I, for one, was friends with everyone on my floor one particular year, which yes, DID make it awkward and yes, I DID regret it.

So I, as your CollegeCandy.com Resident Assistant, am here with some questions you should ask yourself before you wake up in the suite down the hall, k?

1- Will it be awkward the next time I see this person? (Ask yourself this question and REALLY think about it…don’t just skip to number two because you’re hungry or late for class) The last thing anyone wants is tension in their own room or building.

2- Does this person already have a girlfriend or boyfriend? Seems like kind of a stupid question, right? I PROMISE you…it’s NOT. You’d be surprised at how many shifty people attend your school and have secret relationships. I’ve seen this one too many times and believe me, you will be much happier when you don’t have to meet his girlfriend, who’s in from New Jersey, when he was just making out with you the night before.

Would you hook-up with someone on your floor?

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Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.

As if college life wasn’t hard enough, your late-nite boozing binges, questionable hook-ups and prof pranks are soon to become public record at New York University. According to gawker.com, a new trashy gossip site focused on the lifestyles of NYU students and faculty is in the works at TheU.com.

“Some of their post ideas were the 100 hottest NYU students (“but in an edgy, sarcastic way!”), who’s the biggest Adderall user on campus, and “crazy shit we’re sure happens at NYU!” Like dorm pervs, maybe?”

Yikes, this could be dangerous. I mean, we’ve all heard about how much trouble those drunken jackasses in the RV had getting jobs after Borat hit the big screen- A site like this certainly can’t be good for the career.

Sounds pretty gorgeous to me.