I'm in a very uncomfortable situation at the moment. My best friend has liked our mutual good guy friend for some months now, and I actually met him through her. The problem is he likes me, and she's the one who told me this information.
When it comes to wooing the opposite sex, men have it easy. As far as I know, they approach you and whip out the pick-up line. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn't. Women on the other hand, play a whole different game. Sometimes it seems as if our entire existence is based on impressing a guy. And it's exhausting.
Ahhhhh, the first date. It can be the start of something great or can easily take a quick turn down the crapper. You may have thought the date went as perfect as can be but if Mr. Lover Boy hasn’t called you back for another one in over three days, chances are it didn’t.
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Dear Tuffy Luv,I am an intern this summer between my sophomore and junior year of college, and it is everything I could have asked for in an internship. I love my co-workers, I am always busy, and I feel like I am actually making an impact and not just shuffling paper. Last night, my co-workers and I went to a big group happy hour. I am really close with the team, so they all bought me drinks and had a great time.
When it comes to wooing the opposite sex, men have it easy. As far as I know, they approach you and whip out the pick-up line. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn't. Women on the other hand, play a whole different game. Sometimes it seems as if our entire existence is based on impressing a guy. And it's exhausting.
Last week, my boyfriend and I found this group of guys who boffer (it's basically sword fighting role play) so that he could do a documentary about them. I went with because I was bored and figured I could help Matt out. I was expecting a group of stereotypical Dungeons and Dragons nerds; aka fat white boys who have no social lives. Well, we show up and there were, dare I say, really hot guys there!
Whenever you're out at a party, bar or club, you always seem to spot that hottie. "The rules" tell us that we're not supposed to go after that cutie in the button down and that they should come crawling to us with a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. Hello? It's 2010.
I can’t speak for every school, of course, but at Columbia, it’s hard out there for a single girl. According to statistics I made up just now, approximately half the guys at this place are gay, thirty percent of them are in long-term relationships, and the remaining twenty are generally kinda weird. (Many in a cute way, but some in a… not so cute way.)
10. The Diva. This girl is at the party, but she is DEFINITELY not trying to party. Pouting with her manicured fingers and heavily lined eyes glued to her cell, Diva will only speak to her tight-knit group of friends dressed in very similar outfits. She will not partake in any of the drinking games, she will not hook up with any guys and she will roll her eyes at those who do.
My roommate has recently become obsessed with the new Weezer song and she’s constantly shouting, “Girl, If you’re wondering if I want you to, I want you to, so make a move, (Make a move) ‘cos I ain’t got all night.” This has led me to some contemplation on how hard it actually is to make a move on someone, and how annoying and awkward it can be while you’re waiting for them to make a move on you.
How can you tell if the person you’re talking to is actually interested in you, or just interested in an interchangeable sex buddy to use later that night? You’re too special to be referred to as “hot girl with the big rack,” so learn how to tell which guys are genuinely interested, and which guys are playing their odds with every girl in the room.
I’m a girl who knows what I deserve. I don't settle. I’m a big believer in not purchasing knockoffs. Reason one: I can hold out for the real deal. Reason two: I don’t want to give the fake too much credit.
I thought I would be at least 25 before this became an issue. I’m a bridesmaid. Yes, blah blah, happy occasion, etc, etc. But let’s get down to the nitty gritty. First, I have to lose enough weight that the size 4 dress I ordered actually fits (I got a little overzealous after my skinny pants fit.)
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I don't know about you, but Facebook has gradually begun to take over my life over the past few years. It's getting to the point where I think in third person, a la the Facebook status: "Kathryn is really stressed about her class schedule this spring." "Kathryn is annoyed with bad drivers who slow her down." "Kathryn really needs to get laid." See? Now that last one would be inappropriate.
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...
I’d like to consider myself a fairly sane person. I wear clothing, avoid drama, and know nothing about voo doo. I don’t have a secret alias, or an imaginary friend, or a meth problem. No skeletons in my closet, just a bulging IKEA shoe rack and a gallon-sized refill of Febreze. Decidedly not crazy.
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