I’m sure every sexy CC reader has gotten the awkward “Can I have yo numba?” from a not so appealing guy. While some of you are fine with flat out saying “No,” I’m looking to all the other ladies who  decide to give up their numbers (or more…) “just to be polite.” Now as Miss Manners, I am a huge advocate of good etiquette, but is humoring a guy you’re not really interested in really being polite?

Miss Manners says: Nope. It’s better and more respectable if you’re upfront with the guy rather than lead him on out of pity/kindness.  And, let’s be honest, you don’t want to have to screen your calls for the next 6 months out of fear that he’s not moving on….

Try one of these tactics to deliver the news instead:

Lie. Ahhh… The cornerstone of all etiquette: the white lie. Apologize and tell him that you have a boyfriend or tell him you dropped your brand new Blackberry down the toilet (true story). Yes, of course lying is bad and oft looked down on, but sometimes a white lie is more forgiving than the truth – as long as you don’t get too crazy with your story (“I have a penis”) and nobody gets harmed in the process.
Be wary of: Betting caught in your lie. Trust me, it’s pretty humiliating and you could end up with the “bitch” label. And news of a bitch spreads fast.

Politely excuse yourself… and run to the nearest restroom/exit. Say, “I’m sorry but I have to go,” with an air of finality so he gets the hint.
Be wary of: Him NOT getting the hint and waiting outside the bathroom door for you. Creepy? Yes. Possible? Definitely. Read More »

Just to start off – I’m not bashing sex. If you’re a regular reader then you know that for many of us sex and college go together like Uggs and snow — you can’t have one without the other. I’m all for sex, but I believe making out is hotter. After all, there is a reason bumping uglies is a euphemism for sex.

While you can’t really have sex without making out first, you can totes make out without having sex. Which makes making out hot no matter what time of the month it is. I don’t know about you, but there’s very few firsts in any sort of relationship (be it one that goes long-term or just the random boy you meet at the bar) that are more memorable than that first hot makeout session. Here’s why: Read More »

There are some attributes to the summer season that make it less than perfect. One of these is the prevalence of muffin top sightings, and I’ve just got to vent.

It’s not so much the muffin top in and of itself that irks me. It is OSTS, or One-Size-Too-Small Syndrome, afflicting so many girls that just baffles me.

Why do I refer to this…issue… as OSTS instead of the popular, Muffin Top? Well, in my humble opinion, the phrase “muffin top” implies that the offender is what she eats, and likely has a fondness for Oreos and Taco Bell. This simply is not always true. Skin hanging over your waistband does not mean fatness. I’ve seen girls who can’t possibly be any bigger than a size 4 with a muffin top, and it’s not that they’re at all chubby. Instead, it’s that they insist they’re a size two, and the end result in the obvious: OSTS. It’s not pretty. Read More »

We’ve all been there.

We are at the bar, enjoying our favorite hits from Madonna’s Immaculate Collection with our girlfriends when, BAM, that weird dude shows up out of nowhere. He may be old, he may be creepy, or he may just be plain old gross (no matter how many drinks we’ve had…and yes, we did take that into consideration…what can we say? It’s been a long, dry summer), but whatever the reason we are not interested.

We give all the right signals – our friends drag us away, we pretend that our phone is ringing, we start dancing with other guys – but he just doesn’t get it. What are we supposed to do?

Get creative, of course.

Our writers are weighing in this week with their best efforts at letting the lad down gently. Read More »

There’s not a whole lot I hate more than waiting when it comes to guys. Waiting for him to smile at me. Waiting for him to talk to me. Waiting for him to ask me for my number. And then waiting for him to call me. Waiting for him to ask me out when he finally does call and subsequently… waiting in limbo for him to eventually crush my dreams of everything I once hoped he was.

So fine. Maybe I’m more aggressive than your typical woman. But I hate the frustration that accompanies playing the role of the patient, traditional lady. I kill myself emotionally and mentally during the wait and a few years ago, I decided to just take matters into my own hands.

I’m no longer afraid to approach a guy at a bar–especially if I’m dressed all hot and cute. I’m not even afraid to tiptoe my way into exchanging numbers with him…but the key here is tiptoe.

Tiptoeing: the secret to being an aggressive woman.

It’s more than okay to let a man know what you want. In fact, many of them actually prefer it. It’s much easier to orchestrate some sort of relationship with a female if the male is confident that you’ll always speak your mind (cause lets face it…the role of submissive housewife is just gross and unattractive). However, there is an art to being aggressive while still fooling the guy into believing that he has some sort of power. Read More »