Don't use the "my friend needs me" excuse.
Then it's the next morning, and you've got somewhere to be, and there's a snoring guy in your bed. And you're pissed. Look, it's okay. We've all been there. Right? Well CollegeCandy is doing all you go-getters a solid.
It's a well-known fact that guys will go home with just about anything when they're drunk. It's not that they're desperate, they're just...well, guys. And guys like sex. So it's not surprising that you don't exactly have to be a genius/supermodel to have a special (or not-so-special) one-night engagement with a dude at the bar.
Misery loves company right? Well good news, even the rich and famous have their walk-of-shame moments.
What is it exactly that makes a guy want to bring you home? The answer may not be what you think, ladies, and to be honest, it might not be one you like very much at all.
College moves fast. One second you're a freshman wandering around the campus with a lanyard and the next second you're crossing the stage and collecting a diploma.
Whether it’s a guy you know, or a total stranger in True Religion jeans, the awkwardness of the morning after a one-night does not discriminate. Do yourself a favor and get out of there fast. However, while you attempt your hasty escape, make it a point to keep your cool, i.e.: don’t frantically tear through his room to find your keys (or underwear).
One night stands are fun...until you wake up next to a stranger who may or may not be Quasimodo's long long half-brother. The conversation that was so easy to have last night is now going into awkward banter territory and you're trying to figure out the coolest way to ask him if he wore a condom last night.
Who didn't grow up with Shel Silverstien poems? Most of us read him at bedtime (and by read him, I mean our mom or dad did) and even talked about him in our english classes. Although Silverstien passed away in 1999, his family is releasing a posthumous collection titled "Every Thing On It". With the late great Shel in mind I have written you all a college/one-night-stand inspired poem to get you in the spirit. You're welcome.
In the past six months, I've had sex. I've been laid. I f*cked. However, it's been a long time since I've made love, and I kind of miss it. Some people might argue that there's no difference - physically, they are the same. But emotionally, passionately, and mentally, the two deeds are very different.
What's a political campaign without sex? A McCain campaign ad once accused Obama of trying to pass a bill incorporating sex ed into kindergarten classrooms. Of course, Obama doesn't even need to utter the "s" word when McCain's running mate, Sarah Palin, has the poster family for the need for sex education.
There are some nights when you go out and all you want to do is pregame, go out with your friends, dance, gorge on your late night snack of choice (grilled cheeeeeese), and pass out. Then there are those nights where as you're lining your eyes and shaking it to Britney, a thought crosses your mind. You want sweaty, perhaps alcohol-fueled, passionate, inappropriate, killer sex with someone. But just once.
Rebound sex is like cilantro: either you love it or
think it tastes like feet you absolutely despise it. But unlike the most polarizing garnish on the planet, rebound sex comes with baggage and emotions. And then more emotions. Even if that's not what you planned.