CC’s Molly Dishes on the Night She Met “Four Fingers”
Let me preface this by saying I am not usually regretful. If I do something “slutty” at night, 75% of the time I’ll wake up feeling happy, sexy and satisfied. This particular night was not the case, however.
Tuffy Luv Is Ice Cold
To give you some background, besides a relationship I was in for 3 yrs which ended my sophomore yr of college, I have a terrible habit of wanting to be with someone until they ‘show too much interest’. That being said, I also am usually pretty good about going with the flow in any dating situation or just life in general. But that’s changed.

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Single Girl Society: Sometimes A Hookup is Just A Hookup
So after a few too many neon blue shots, you’ve let yourself throw caution to the wind and you’ve found yourself in a pretty disconcerting position with your crush or even worse, a guy friend. In the heat of the moment, you’ve shared a steamy night with a guy that’s got you reelin’ for more, not just physically but emotionally too.
We’ve All Been There: Sexiled
It’s been a long night. The only thing on your mind is throwing the 12 decorative pillows (that your mom insisted you buy) off your big comfy bed and burying yourself under that warm, fluffy blanket.
Ask a Dude: We Hooked Up and Now He Won’t Talk to Me
Dear Dude, So I’ve been feeling this guy for a while and last week after some serious making out we ended up hooking up at his place. No sex, just everything but, and in the morning I got my stuff and left cause I had a project to work on.
The Morning After: The Nerves Won
After four long and frustrating years of sexual tension, my high school crush and I finally had our first hot makeout sesh the first week of college. That is if you consider making out with some nature special about tarantulas playing in the background to be hot. Regardless, it happened and I was oh so excited.

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The Morning After: The Skinny Kid
I think we can all agree that it’s exciting when you run into someone wearing your university’s logo/mascot/colors when you’re far away from campus. You instantly wanna give them a “Go [insert team name here]!” before high fiving them and talking about all the wonderful things you have in common.
Tuffy Luv Says: This Guy Sucks
Dear Tuffy Luv, 3 months ago, I ended a 3.5 year relationship. 3 weeks later, I jumped back on the horse, hoping just to get some rebound action. I met an incredible guy who embodied everything I ever wanted: he’s the smartest guy I’ve ever met, he makes me laugh harder than anyone ever has, and our chemistry is off the charts. 2 weeks later we were “official.” But things got out of hand quickly.
The Morning After: Independence Night
The summer after I graduated from high school I was excited to finally be free from compulsory family vacays to celebrate the 4th of July. So to celebrate both America’s and my own newfound independence, I went big, I went all out – I went to a house party.
Tuffy Luv Sez: Step Away From The Crap
Dear Tuffy Love, I’m a junior in high school and I’ve had this same boy problem for a long time. I’m hooking up with this kid right now and he’s a jerk. It’s probably a combination of him not having any interest in me besides hooking up and him being younger, but don’t worry, I understand. HE DOESN’T LIKE ME.
The Morning After: The Curse of the Green Shorts
It all started with lime green spandex shorts. I thought they were the perfect thing to wear to the Glow theme party. And the St. Patrick’s theme party. But those lime green spandex shorts really only spelled trouble for me.

The Morning After: My Cosi Conundrum
Before heading out on Friday night, I got everything ready and set out for another typical bar night. It went like any other – lots of cocktails, lots of dancing, lots of bathroom trips – and ended with some “wannaa meet pu??” texts. My then “fling,” we’ll call David, and I decided to have a little sleepover.