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Sometimes, one of the closest bonds in nature is the bond between two young women. Best friends, sorority sisters; there are hundreds of examples of strong, powerful, female friendships.
Forgetting about your ex after a long relationship must have been so much easier before Facebook existed. I imagine when you broke up with someone in college 10 years ago, you would walk away from your last encounter with your ex-significant other with him still occupying your mind. But hopefully over the next few days and weeks, he gradually would slip out of your mind and daily stream of consciousness until he was only a passing thought every time you drove by the Chinese restaurant where the two of you used to order take out. You would take down all of the pictures of the two of you that were hung around your room and put all of your old letters and mementos into a shoebox in the back of your closet. You'd ask your friends not to talk about him in front of you, and if he was really still consuming your mind, you could always delete him from your cell phone to prevent any tragically irreversible late-night calls.
I think, in the realm of dating, playing hard to get only works up to a certain point. A little bit of mystery is always a good thing, but there's a fine line in this game of playing hard to get. A fair move would be not answering the phone until the third ring, not sending the 13th unanswered phone call straight to voicemail.
A frequently discussed topic concerning the anonymity of internet dating is the faceless and often emotionless encounters in blogs and chat rooms. In these anonymous realms people can say really cruel, racist or bizarre things about others that they would never say in real life. When no one knows your name, your face or who you are at all, and when no one can easily find out who you are, it becomes easier to act in a surprisingly audacious manner.
Cody
First of all, I want to address the fact that I know my love and dating column is running on Valentine's Day for the first time in the three years that I've been writing it, but I also know that, for the first time, I want to write about something other than Valentine's Day. There's not a lot of dating to write about in a dating column when you're in an 18-month relationship. Ordering in delivery while watching TV shows on Hulu, or the joy of it being OK if you forget to shave your legs - those relationshippy things, I had covered. But I've been single for almost a month-and-a-half, and now more than ever, I have such a surplus of things to write about.
Brian:
One of the first dating columns I wrote was about the fascinating phenomenon in which many first-years break up with their high school sweethearts in November. This usually occurs when they go home for Thanksgiving Break and see each other for the first time since they started school at separate colleges. It seems that a lot of people decide they want to experience the beginnings of college independently, to figure out what they want on their own. Well, now that I'm halfway through my fourth year, it's becoming apparent that this first-year breakup experience has its parallel at the end of the college experience: many fourth-years break up upon feeling the pressures of graduation.
Meeting the parents in college is a much bigger deal than it was in high school. In high school, your boyfriend had to meet your family within the first couple weeks of dating because, well, you lived with them, and they still had a lot of control of what you were doing. In early high school, you couldn't even drive, so dates had to be chauffeured by mom and dad, meaning your parents got to know your significant other right around the time you did. In college, however, you can meet someone, date and start to have a serious relationship months before you even decide to tell your parents. So when the time finally comes to bring your special someone home to mom and dad, it understandably comes with some weight.
Date: Friday, Oct. 1\nTime: 6:45 p.m.\nLocation: Himalayan Fusion
I had a really interesting experience the other night. Some girlfriends and I were invited to our Korean friend's house for a traditional Korean dinner. Excited to munch on some bulgogi and edamame, I was anxious to help her cook and prepare the meal. I arrived to one of the best-smelling kitchens I have ever been in, only to be sent off at once to sit down with the rest of the girls at the kitchen table. Despite my protests that I would be happy to help, I was faced with the usual cries of, "No, no, you just sit! Dinner should be ready soon!"
I really can't get over the way some people behave when they're out on the prowl at bars and parties. The things they think they can say and get away with are ridiculous. Every time I come back to school to start a new semester, I have to readjust to the going-out culture at U.Va. After going out the past few weekends, I'm finding I have to adjust myself to the ways some guys approach you here.
Jennifer\nSecond-year Nursing Student
This weekend, I attempted investigative journalism in its most serious form - a look into the importance of outfit quality when mingling, dating and partying. A company named Rent the Runway visited the University last week and held a trunk show to let students try on and rent designer clothes. Instead of spending a ton of money on brand-name clothing, you can rent expensive designer-wear from Rent the Runway for a mere 10 percent of the retail price. You receive the outfit in the mail, wear it to a special event such as a wedding or birthday or for no reason at all, then return it four days later. Consider Rent the Runway a "Netflix for dresses!"
Hello, old friends! I hope you all had great vacations with plenty of hot summer romances - preferably with tall Europeans and Amazonian babes with foreign accents and rippling muscles. I'm eager to get back to writing this dating column filled with a bit too much of my personal life and embarrassing stories about everyone I know - or anyone who has ever made the mistake of sharing a small anecdote from their love life with me.
In previous columns, I've written at some length about the dating scene on Grounds, my boyfriend and others' relationships. I've had no shortage of material - college is swarming with young men and women mating and dating and slowly beginning to think about marriage. In fact, various surveys reveal that about 60 percent of women believe they will meet their future spouses in college. But just how does one go about sizing up a potential spouse? For the answer to this question I sought out the font of all knowledge: my dad.
So I'm shaving my head for St. Baldrick's this week. Thursday, to be exact. For those of you who don't know what St. Baldrick's is, it's a foundation with events held worldwide where volunteers have their heads shaved in solidarity with kids fighting cancer and to raise funds for childhood cancer research. Quick plug: This year's event is Thursday night! Boylan Heights! Starts at 6 p.m.! Come out! Anyway, if you see a lot of bald girls walking across Grounds during the rest of the semester, don't be alarmed.
The Oscars are less than a week away, and as a pop culture fanatic, I couldn't be more excited. Whenever I turn on the TV, I feel that every preview brags about Oscar-nominated actors, screenwriters and costume designers. Entertainment and news stations alike are abuzz with award show previews, from gossip about the best supporting actor to drama with ex-husband and ex-wife directors.
Date: Saturday, Feb. 13\nTime: 7:00 p.m.\nLocation: Basil
What kind of a love columnist would I be if I didn't acknowledge Valentine's Day? Yesterday, my group of friends seemed to fall into two camps: cynical or overly expectant.