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We’ve all been there.  The guy from Chem who you have been crushin’ on for a bit looks even better 5 drinks in.  You are laughing, flirting and can not believe how much you have in common.  What?!  He likes Taio too? This is clearly destiny!

Flash forward to the next morning.  After realizing that he is not prince charming, just the guy from Chem, you slip out and realize you have to somehow get back to your place. Enter: the walk of shame.

Anyone (who is up that early in the morning) can spot them from a mile away. The signs are obvious: they’re up earlier than anyone should be on a Saturday morning, they’re wearing inappropriate clothes, and they’re still in full (albeit, messy) makeup. And, most telling, they’ve the “I can’t believe I went home with him!  What did I just do?” guilty look on their face. Read More »

Need. Booty. Now.

We can now update everyone on our every move,  tag our friend’s locations on Facebook, tweet out photos of our dinner while we’re eating them, and make kissy faces to ourselves in the mirror and post them on our Myspace INSTANTANEOUSLY. It’s safe to say technology has gotten completely out of control. At this point I’m just waiting for eHarmony to announce that we can meet our soulmate (or our money back) using the power of our brains…and a working credit card.

So it shouldn’t come as a surprise that we can now replace the awkward, sweaty, want-to-get-outta-here bar makeout with a technologically advanced booty call. That’s right. You can now skip the awkwardness at the bar and go straight for the sex. Because that’s mostly what you’re after when you’re dance-humping at 2 A.M at a bar with no dance floor.

PinPointsX is a brand new mobile app that uses its passion map to help you to find people in your area (like you’re gonna walk more than a few drunken yards in those stilettos) who are looking for a no-strings-attached night of sex.  Seems almost unnecessary when you’ve got bars full of drunk college dudes just lookin’ for some one-night lovin’, but we can’t lie – it would be nice to go home with a guy and know that he has the exact same intentions.

It’s a forward-thinking app for the horndog that is inside most of us college girls. Just remember that although they can guarantee you a hook-up, they can’t guarantee that he’ll remember your name in the morning.

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Giving up my nights out was not something I was especially prepared to do when I started scouring my college town for a job; who wants to be folding clothes amidst an asthma-inducing Abercrombie cologne cloud late into the evening when your girls are out at $1 pitcher night? Nobody.

That’s why I became a cocktail waitress.

Well, that and I heard Tiger Woods George Clooney was fond of them.

Naturally, I see a lot of…er… interesting, for lack of a better word, things during the late night shifts. Things that I know I’ve been guilty of doing, and that all you CC ladies are probably guilty of as well. Believe me, your signature twist+bend and snap combo dance moves do not look as sexy as you think, even if that drunk frat boy tells you they are. And as good as Journey is, “Don’t Stop Believing” is not “the best song of all effing time!!”

Because our thoughts tend to be a little muddled when we’re a few sheets to the stale bar air wind, I thought I’d help everyone see just what a typical drunken night is from a more honest (read: sober) perspective. So join me as we analyze things (hey, we’re all friends here!) from both sides of the crowded bar. Read More »

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I met Josh* one night in October and thought he was cute. He was tall, had dark hair and eyes, a nice body and dressed REALLY well. (You know boy’s attire can be important, so don’t even deny it.) We met when I was pre-gaming in the dorm, so it wasn’t like I ever knew him when I wasn’t under the influence, and this tends to lead to bad decisions on my part. Very bad decisions.

Post-pre game with the girls (and him) we went out – a frat party, a house party, who really remembers? All I remember is what happened when I got back to the dorm, which I definitely wish I could forget. We ended up having a really drunken emotional talk (while watching Wedding Crashers) and I found out he was a virgin. Was. Until that night. Because all of a sudden, out of nowhere, we were hooking up. And then I swiped his V-Card.

This alone would have been bad enough, but afterwards we were sitting in his bed and he was all “Oh my god, I need to make some calls.” Thinking he was going to grab his phone and tell his roommate he could come back from his sexiling, I moved over to let him get out of bed. Only that wasn’t the call he was making.

He jumped out of his twin extra-long bunk, grabbed his phone and proceeded to call his best friend from home. I know this because this is how the conversation went: Read More »

Your college experience flies by so fast that you’re often stuck standing in line for graduation wondering where the past four years went. You vaguely remember meeting your best friend when she held your hair back after your first frat party and you kinda remember that all-nighter you pulled to get 3 term papers done in one night. But the rest is a blur of theme parties, walks of shame, and begging your older sister for her fake ID.

Before you know it, you’re out in the real world, working a real job alongside real people, wondering what happened to no-class Friday and $3 pitchers. And trust me, it ain’t fun.

It gets pretty easy to get caught up in it all and forget to be young and crazy. That’s why, with only a little way’s to go until I hit the big 2-5, I’ve put together the ultimate list of everything we, as fun-loving and fearless women, need to accomplish before we turn 25. Read More »

Ever since I flipped through the many college brochures in high school, I had my own college fantasy.  I saw frat boys making out with sorority girls under a sycamore tree in the quad a Sports Illustrated swimsuit poster while double-fisting a Coors, ‘Van Wilder’ playing in the background. It’s a strange college ideal, but let’s face it: in college, hooking up comes as natural as canning two Red Bull 30 minutes deep into a study session. What do you expect from a slew of horny, freshly-free kids placed in a small colony of dorm rooms?  From the very first night of college the constant pressure to hook up with people looms like the haze of a drunk-buzz. And it’s the norm.

Random hook ups are not only not shunned in college, they’re expected. College is a get-by-free pass for having fun and making out.

I’m not saying everyone hooks up in college, but for the majority of the student body, hooking up is a given.  Meeting new prospective hook-ups you’ll most likely regret in the morning and dish with your roomies is as expected as walking into the library and walking out with a book. It’s free and returnable.

Under most circumstances, girls will say hooking up is fun and carefree.  After a few beers, there is nothing wrong with making out and fooling around with a cute college boy that has a baby-face and likes to dance with you next to the beer pong table.  And hooking up doesn’t have to involve drinking either.  We’re all familiar with the term ‘booty-call.’  Simple attraction and a life sans parental units can ignite hook-ups and the ‘no strings attached’ attitude.  That’s why hooking up is fun!  You never have to worry about meeting families, what his favorite baseball team is, or if you should text him or call him the next day. Read More »

This is a sad story. It begins, as most of my stories do, with me spilling coffee all over myself. I ducked into the nearest clothing store to pick up a cheap new shirt, and found myself staring at a lime-green, rhinestone-encrusted t-shirt reading “My Boyfriend Is Cuter Than Yours.” Next to it, a similar horror, this one reading “I May Be A Flirt, But My Boyfriend Likes It.” Above it, “I’m A Diva! Just Ask My Boyfriend!” Literally every single shirt on that wall featured the word “Boyfriend.” It was a perfect storm of condescending t-shirt copy. But it opened my eyes a bit.

For girls, having a relationship is not just a fun bonus – it’s practically a requirement. We’re told from birth that it is our job to make people desire us. Being single, in this light, is a violation of the Lord’s almighty commandment to girls: Thou Shalt Committedly Bone. When you break up, there are precious few resources to support your decision.

The fact is, you don’t have to be in a relationship just to be there. And, when a relationship passes, you don’t have to stop having fun. It’s just that being miserable is really easy. I have been guilty, many a time, of taking this stuff too seriously. Having salvaged just enough from these wrecks to learn something, I hereby pass down to you the cardinal sins of the heartbroken. It may not be much – but avoiding these things will, at least, allow you to emerge into your fun new single life without sacrificing your dignity. Read More »

Apparently ridiculous college courses are the new trend on campuses all over the world.  I’d go so far as to call them “unnecessary,” but the 440 people who just enrolled in Potsdam University’s e-mail flirtation class would beat down my door (or fill my inbox…) in disagreement.  Yes, you read that right- one German university is actually offering a master’s course on how to flirt via modern technology.  It promises to give you the skills to “get someone else’s heart beating fast while yours stays calm.”

At first glance, I thought this was the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard; seriously, a class that teaches nerds to be better sexters?  But really, it’s probably going to be really helpful to some of these people.  Everyone deserves to know how to drop a well-placed “Did U know I used 2 be a gymnast?” or a “Miss ur face, come get in my bed.”

Of course, this got me to thinking; what are some other quirky classes that college students actually need?  (I mean, beyond all that Astronomy…tooootally going to use that one day!) Read More »

#7: Slob-ka-bob

Okay, so here at CollegeCandy we are all about rewarding good roommate behavior. But this little contest got me thinking about all the problematic things that roommates do.

I know I’m not 100% perfect as a roommate, and I’ve been guilty of being a hot mess roommate (Sarah, if you’re reading this, I’m still sorry I never filled the ice cube trays. Or scrubbed the bathroom like you did!) as well. But come on, there are just some unforgivable awful roommates. Let’s count ‘em down, and share your worst roommate (or how you’re not exactly worthy of a hot TJ Maxx room) stories in the comments.

10. Sorority of One
Okay, so we all know that “no man is an island,” but no matter how hard you try, you can’t seem to get this girl to have a social life. Friday night? Time to play computer games. Saturday night? In bed by 8:00. This roommate just does not want to have fun, socialize or involve herself in any curricular activities. Even worse, she just plain never leaves your dorm/apartment. Ugh!

9. The ghost
Sometimes a blessing, the ghost is never in the apartment. Sure, she pays rent, the cable and electric bills but you would never even know she’s a resident. As for her whereabouts, who knows where she is? She doesn’t divulge details and is a completely MIA roomie. Read More »