Ask a Dude: What’s With the 180?

[Got a Dude itch you just can’t scratch? Sick of getting the pity-eyes as you sift through the Self-Help section at your campus bookstore? Over wondering what those boys are thinking?  We got your back, girlfriend. Send your question (Is he shy or just not that into me?) over to askthedude@collegecandy.com. The Dude won’t sugarcoat it, beat around the bush, or any other weird cliche that means lie to you. Like a nice, juicy hot dog, he’ll be 100% real beef, 100% of the time.  So bring it on, ladies.]

Dude.

I need you. I’ve spent the past 4 days staring at my phone, waiting for this boy I like to call. And he has not.

I met a really great guy and we hit it off immediately and talked for hours. He Facebooked me the next day and we talked online and he asked if I wanted to get together over the following weekend. Later in the week he IMed me again just to say hi and check in. I reached out to him the next day to do the same and he never brought up our weekend plans. The weekend comes and NOTHING. No calls, no IMs. I texted him on Saturday to see if we would be meeting up and he didn’t respond. Against my better judgment, I IMed him on Sunday morning to see if he would say anything and he was really cold to me and brushed me off.

WTF, dude? How did it go from so good to so bad so fast? I don’t want to be that girl who is all “woe is me, something is wrong with me,” but I can’t help but wonder what I did wrong here? I know the guy owes me nothing after hanging out once, but why make the plans if he wasn’t into it?

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Tuffy Luv Sez, He May Or May Not Be Just Not That Into You Or He Might Be Into You Or…Yeah.

Got something you need to know, but just can’t ask your friends (or the freaks who weigh in on Yahoo Answers)? Ask Tuffy. She’ll answer anything (seriously, anything!) honestly and without judgment. After all, her name isn’t Sugar Coater. So shoot her an email: tuffyluv@collegecandy.com.

Dear Tuffy Luv,

I went out with a guy a few weeks ago. We had a really good time (I think?). We had a few drinks, then he drove me all the way home, even though I told him I could walk. The convo was great, we had a lot in common and I thought he was a cutie patootie. I don’t want to be all annoying girl in “He’s Just Not That Into You,” but I really don’t understand why he never called? Aren’t all those things signs that he’s interested?

Perturbed.

Dear Perturbed,

Number one: If I catch you drinking and driving again, I will cut you in the face. Seriously, not cool. You heard, everyone?! No matter how short the distance, it’s NEVER okay to risk others’ lives.

And now to address your actual question. Okay. This is tricky because there actually is no answer. Let’s look at a couple o’ scenerios.

Numero unoski: He likes you and is too shy to make the next move. Actually, this is the most likely. Maybe you should give him a call and see if he wants to go out again. You never know what might happen. Read More »


I Want (and Can Handle) The Truth — So Give it to Me!

22755494.jpgWhen I first moved after college I started talking to a nice boy. He eventually invited me out to dinner and we hit up this cute little Thai restaurant. It was a lovely evening that went on for hours before we both had to head home for the night. We did a little cheek kiss goodbye and promised to speak to each other soon. So, when he hadn’t called three days later, I called him. He didn’t answer. I called again. And again. I left messages and kept my phone close by (like, on my pillow as I slept) so I wouldn’t miss his call. Which never came.

I obviously should have gotten the hint, but I just couldn’t let it go. We had such a great date; how could he just stop talking to me? What did I do wrong? Why would he tell me he’d call if he never planned to? I needed to hear it – I needed to know he wasn’t interested. I needed that closure.

Eventually, which was far too long in any sane person’s book, I gave up and moved on. He wasn’t going to call. I had my closure. Looking back, I realize just how crazy I was. Literally, crazy. No wonder he never called back; he was probably at the police station trying to get a restraining order. But I was young and alone in a giant new city. That boy was the one thing I had to hold onto while I started a new job, found a new apartment and adjusted to life outside of Ann Arbor, Michigan. Read More »