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Lesson #1: A Bad Date Does Not A Life Ruin [Bold Girls’ Bible]


Bold Girls' Bible

In my experience with romance, dating, sex or men in general, it has come to my realization that there are a few universal truths that womankind should embrace in order to properly navigate the crazy ass world of dating. I mean, can’t we all agree on that? That there should be some sort of reference book so we don’t all end up losers crying over a TV show that ended 10 years ago, wishing we were Ross and Rachel?

I know that I’m not the first one to make a complete idiot of myself in front of a boy, and I know I surely won’t be the last. In this light, the Bold Girls’ Bible was born. It’s a place where I can share the ups and downs of dating in college, as well as a few lessons I’ve learned along the way. Hopefully my experiences can provide some sort of framework for your greater and lesser moments chasing love (or something like it). I like to think of myself as a trailblazer, that maybe things have gotten cray for a reason, but that’s probably just my ego talking.

In any regard, I’ve been brainstorming with Editor Alex (whaddup gurl!) (Editor’s Note: Hey girl hey) about a column, and we thought putting some revelations and tribulations down on proverbial paper would show you that, surprise, you’re not alone in wondering what his text meant, if that cute guy was just checking you out and if you should order dessert on a date.

The first lesson in the Bold Girls’ Bible? A bad date does not a life ruin.

I’m the kind of girl who feels things all at once or not at all. I used to fall in “love” 100 times a day — with the cute bartender, the middle-aged TV actor, the boy in class who called me feisty.  I would immediately run home to my roommates and scream, “I’M IN LOVE AND I DON’T CARE WHO KNOWS IT,” before throwing myself onto our over sized couch. Because of my willingness to give everyone a chance (or as my mother calls it: “being boy crazy”), I’ve been on quite a few bad dates. Just terrible, awful, weird dates. Not even things that could count as dates; just interactions with men that left me standing there, mouth open, wondering if things were real life or if I was in some weird Truman Show-y reality series.

But you know what? A bad date does not a life ruin, and I think as we venture through future tales of love and loss and too many tequila shots, this rule is the most important thing to keep in mind. It’s basically the modern version of, “Don’t cry over spilled milk.”

Hell, Candace Bushnell made a whole career about dates with shitty men. So don’t get all upset because things didn’t go well with the man that may or may not be the man of your dreams. You might get a really good story out of it.

Molly is a senior journalism/English major at a school you haven’t heard of in a state you haven’t heard of. She’s obsessed with Chandler Bing, English bulldogs, and cheese. Follow her on twitter @gwacamolly, or check out her website