College introduced me to my best friends (who ended up not being my best friends senior year, but oh well), girls that compulsively wore Uggs and North Face jackets to class, stereotypes unknown in high school (hello frat boys), frenemes, coffee buddies, and classroom peers, and a few boys I wish I never met.
Labor Day weekend has come and gone, and what’s left of your tan is probably beginning to fade. Add that to the fact that the first week of classes (When you don’t actually have to do anything but collect syllabuses and catch up with friends.) has been replaced by actual classes, and you’re probably pulling a Danny Zuko and wishing longingly for summer nights.
I'm long overdue for a more light-hearted list, since last week's Weekly Ten caused a bit of a controversy to say the very least. So I've decided to focus whatever minuscule amount of energy I have leftover from my ski weekend in Vermont on sharing with you why I really, really adore my bf. Who, by the way, came up with last week's topic for the Weekly Ten...
"What happened last night?" Ahh, the blackout. These words have become oh-so-familiar over the past two years I've spent at this fine university. Sunday mornings - Gatorade and a McDonald's breakfast sandwich in hand - I sit in my living room with my roommates, attempting to piece together the events from the night before.
It’s weird how it happens. One day you’re screaming “THIS IS MY SONG!” every time “Single Ladies” comes on at the bar, and the next...well, you’re doing the same thing, but it’s not actually true. After just over two years of being the most single person on the planet, I actually took the dive.
I’m a senior in college, single, loving it, and have just as many girlfriends as random sexual escapades (almost). So maybe I’m not having as much consistent sex as I’d like, but I am still getting my fill of lovin. I am absolutely in love with my girlfriends.
Why does everyone think that being a virgin is bad? Ok, not necessarily bad per se. But definitely looked down upon, like we’re being foolish for not wanting to experience “the pleasures of life” you non-virgins always talk about.
You finally made it over to the bed. His shirt is off, your underwear is soaring across the room. The lights are dim. The bed is quickly being destroyed. Lips are locked and you’re ready for sexy time. And then you hear the tap, tap, tap at the door. Ah, interruptions during sex.
Dear Tuffy Luv, I am so sick of men. I mean it. I just can't take it any more. They all just break my heart. I'm in college--isn't this supposed to be a time when it's fun to just meet guys? Dating is horrible and I never meet anyone good anyway, unless I do and then they always just ruin it somehow.
The article lists a number of steps to help the reader deal when the girl he is dating has a close male friend. The first few sound OK: don't express jealousy, meet the best friend, be nice to her best friend, find out their history, etc. The steps all seem pretty normal and natural in any relationship, but don't be fooled.
Men are tricky creatures. As much as we may wish we could read their minds, it just isn’t possible (yet… come on, science!). But don’t worry, I have discovered a trick to help us understand them a little more. We all know guys that have picked up Cosmo from time-to-time to help them figure out what their women are thinking. Well ladies, we can do the same thing!
(A bunch of people sitting around a campfire.) Girl 1: Marshmallows are kinda gross, when you think about it. Girl 2: I think it's a good kind of gross. Like tiny, edible fat people.
I picked my last boyfriend up at the grocery store. Bing, bang, boom—some eggs, some bread, and a new dude. Sure, there was some out-of-store courting involved, but who would have thought you could actually meet nice guys at the grocery store? Or that guys even went to the grocery store? Not me...