With quite a few young adults running around Virginia Beach this weekend for #CBW2k15, certain events (wink, wink) are bound to happen.
No longer stuck inside because of the cold, winter couples are calling it quits and moving on to the coupling up that happens just around this time every year: the spring fling. Maybe it's the weather, or the soon-approaching end of the semester that's causing it. Whatever it is, the time for a fling is now.
To give you some background, besides a relationship I was in for 3 yrs which ended my sophomore yr of college, I have a terrible habit of wanting to be with someone until they 'show too much interest'. That being said, I also am usually pretty good about going with the flow in any dating situation or just life in general. But that's changed.
When I graduated from college, I told myself that I was never going to behave the way I had for the past four years. Especially since I was no longer going to be attending Thirsty Thursdays, Wasted Wednesdays and Tipsy Tuesdays, and there weren't horny boys lurking around every corner. Essentially, 'hooking up,' in all of its glory, was taking a gracious bow out of my life.
So after a few too many neon blue shots, you’ve let yourself throw caution to the wind and you’ve found yourself in a pretty disconcerting position with your crush or even worse, a guy friend. In the heat of the moment, you’ve shared a steamy night with a guy that’s got you reelin’ for more, not just physically but emotionally too.
You’re at a house party or a bar... or in line to get into a house party or bar. It doesn’t matter. Wherever you are, you’ve just spotted a very handsome boy and you want to talk to him. You turn to your friends and point him out.
A few days ago, we went out to a club, and I thought here was where something could potentially happen if we were all drinking. (That's the way we all do it, right?) Alcohol flowing through my veins, I attempted once more to be friendly, and sorta danced with him.... and.....nada.
The truth is, alcohol lowers our inhibitions…and standards…for everything. We do things when we’re drinking that we’d never, ever, in a million years consider when we’re sober (like mixing ranch dressing and brownies).
Dear Dude, I’m still a virgin. I’ve had my fair share of “almosts” and do enjoy the occasional heavy petting but I have yet to go "all the way." I’m not waiting for marriage but I am waiting for a serious relationship with someone I can trust. I used to be confident in my decision and felt no pressure to lose my virginity...
Dear Tuffy Luv, I have a dilemma. Currently I'm (only) 17 and a junior in high school, though I would like to think that I seem 'beyond my years.' At 5'11", it is not uncommon for adults to think I am older, which can be fun when I'm out on the town with my girls and older guys spark up convos...
You had good intentions. Sitting in your childhood bedroom for the 19th consecutive day, eating homemade cookies courtesy of your mom, with nothing stressing you out or occupying your time, you started thinking ahead to 2011. It's a new year, you tell yourself, a new decade. There's no better time to make some changes and improve upon yourself.
I have spent 8 years (not continuously) with my mouth between a dude's legs, and while I finally know that I'm good at it (one fine young man - whose name I do not know - exclaimed, "Wow! That was good!"), I still don't love all the work is involved.
We all have that one person from high school that we wish we made out with when we still had a chance. Whether it was the guy you had a killer crush on in the ninth grade, or that girl who sat next to you in Math – there’s usually someone who will always be counted as a missed opportunity.
Last week I went to my university’s health center for a birth control pill issue. As soon as Dr. Nancy scurried in with her Lisa Frank name tag and orthopedic shoes, I knew that this was going to be trouble. I answered the routine questions and then braced myself for what was next; the question that every single girl dreads. “Are you sexually active?”
As you are setting your stuff on the floor, he grabs you and you make your way to the bed. There’s kissing, groping and a nearly unsuccessful go at your bra hooks. Things are going fine (great, even) until he attempts to get on top of you. You roll on your back when – SMACK – you hit the wall.