Relationships are confusing.
You legit Netflix and chill.
I mean, seriously, what happens? Something must. Something changes. Everything started out so well--the great sex, talks that lasted until sunrise, spooning ‘til class at noon, clothes were optional, and fun was constant.
Doesn’t it suck to watch your girls cry? I have way too many unpleasant memories of friends weeping over guys that did them wrong. The worse cases are the breakups that come out of nowhere…one day, everything is a picture-perfect Harlequin romance and the next day it’s like a Terry McMillan novel. Not. Pretty.
Sure weddings are fun to go to, and seeing people who are happily in love is great. But the whole publicly tying yourself to another person for the rest of your life, that's the part I'm all set without.
The other most offensive part of this cover is the fact that somehow, Heidi Klum, a professional supermodel, looks ridiculously plastic on the cover. Like, really, Heidi Klum has to be airbrushed to almost unrecognizability for the cover? I don't think so.
As girls, there’s one itty bitty thing that got screwed up in our chromosomes. Any time we see a slightly attractive male we automatically throw ourselves in their direction like a piece of freakin’ meat. We instantly get big googly eyes, say things that we should be keeping to ourselves, and completely freak the eff out our potential soul mate.
For those of you who don't know me and for some reason wish you knew more, my 21st birthday is Friday. That means no more sitting at home while my friends go to Austin's famed 6th street, no more waiting in the car while my boyfriend buys booze, etc. It's time for me to face it, I'm getting slightly older. With this lovely realization makes me realize that I'm not just growing old, I'm growing old with my boyfriend, Matt.
Don't you just wish there was someone out there who could give you all the dating answers and help you navigate the confusing world that is college "dating" (without airing your bizness on a VH1 reality show)? Well, your prayers have been answered, my lady friends. Meet Kira Sabin, the Stacy London of dating.
Dear Tuffy Luv, I have been seeing this guy at school on-and-off since the beginning of the school year. He's a freshman, I'm a sophomore. At the beginning, we hit it off great for about three weeks, and then he felt that he needed to keep his options open as a freshman--which I understood and let it go. He came back around Thanksgiving time and told me he wanted to start seeing me again, and I agreed.
Occasionally on college campuses you will spot a student walkin' a pooch, but those incidents are few and far between. Since college is mostly about studying hard and partying along the way, most students don’t want the responsibility of caring for someone other than themselves – especially a four legged friend. That will poop in their shoes.
Fact: 100% of girls, always, look like complete sh*t at the gym. While I’m the exception to many rules, I am not the exception to this one. So you can imagine my horror, my utter horror, when I ran into a guy I used to date at the gym yesterday.
Personally, my relationship isn't very clear cut. We still don't really know when our anniversary is. It all started out with the girl living across the hall from me freshman year asked if she could set me up with one of her friends from high school. He came over and we watched a movie with a bunch of our friends. And the night ended with me and him making out on our mutual friend's bed.