Start Dating a college girl

Dating a college girl

Next fall, I’m planning on going to a local community college, but I won’t be too far away.

A free woman, my college dating career devolved into a series of mistakes wherein I consistently said YES to the wrong guys and NO to the right ones.

I could roll the list out before you like double ply toilet paper: the guy with the infected tongue ring, the prematurely balding guy who invited me over to his dorm room to watch a James Bond movie (translation: try to get me to blow him), the guy in the wheelchair (who was really amazing until he left me for a girl who ended up moving in across the hall from me), the much older alcoholic who worked at a nightclub, the guy who told me I was “maladroit” when I fell off the hammock on his dorm balcony and then gave me a copy of Nietzsche’s to read if we were “ever going to get along,” the guy who left me for a porn star while I was studying abroad, the boyfriend who told me he was going on a road trip to New Mexico and then I never heard from him again. I feel like I don’t need to because you’re probably getting a solid picture of the poor choices I made. In my early 20’s, when I finally landed a nice, normal boyfriend who wanted to go on walks and eat salads and play guitar while I sang, I wondered, for the first time, why I dated such dicks in college. My level of self-awareness wasn’t super keen at age 23.

Day One a.m.: Ex–Pseudo Boyfriend responds to a mass e-mail I’ve just sent out to tell me I left some clothes at his place. a.m.: Start to think about times spent with him, which makes me horny. And that I’m not gonna find a guy who is as good in bed as Ex-Pseudo.

We’ve just ended an eight-month on-and-off hook-up. I have no idea what I’m looking for, but I’m definitelylooking. Thirty-year-old Lawyer Dude I met last week at a bar and then had coffee with.

Whether it's the kid who sits across from you in your political science class or the man you spoke with all night at the bar, here are eight things you should know moving forward: Cue the eye-rolls because we They're also the guys who drop “trill” and “swag” and “dope” in every other sentence.

Alright, so I may be generalizing, but you get the point, right?

My worries: adjusting to New York dating, which means meeting guys in places other than frats, and thus being less drunk than I would be normally.