Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Loving Without Props: Something to Ponder

Do they still call it infatuation? That magic ax that chops away the world in one blow, leaving only the couple standing there trembling? Whatever they call it, it leaps over anything, takes the biggest chair, the largest slice, rules the ground wherever it walks, from a mansion to a swamp, and its selfishness is its beauty.... People with no imagination feed it with sex -- the clown of love. They don't know the real kinds, the better kinds, where losses are cut and everybody benefits. It takes a certain intelligence to love like that -- softly, without props.

TONI MORRISON, Love


Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Femme Fatale...Or Just Fatal?

Campus Romance, Unrequited
Dating Scene Fails Women, Study Says
By Michael A. Fletcher, Washington Post Staff Writer, July 26, 2001

Excerpt:

With 100 women on college campuses for every 79 men, women are more apt to initiate relationships with men and are more willing to experiment with casual relationships, even when they know such liaisons leave them emotionally empty, the survey found.

Where college students once abided by well-known, if constricting, rules of dating, the survey found that those rules are more vague than ever. College women are more likely to "hook up" with male partners— meaning engage in physical relationships often fueled by alcohol that are devoid of commitment and sometimes even of affection.

These hook-ups range from kissing to oral sex to intercourse, the report said. In the survey, 40 percent of the women said they had hooked up with men, and 1 in 10 had done so at least six times.

If women are not hooking up, the report said, they frequently fall into fast-moving, "joined-at-the-hip" relationships with men, spending nights in one another's rooms and effectively stifling all other relationships.

"Young women are trying more and more to act like men," said Nancy Pfotenhauer, president of the Independent Women's Forum. "But the problem is they don't react like men."

Can we as females be players without playing ourselves? I am a classic example of the new generation of college-aged females: I've never had a real "boyfriend" in college, yet I've had numerous relationships with men which have involved consistent hooking-up, frequent phone chats, and even the occasional meet-the-fam milestone. Now that I'm a senior, can I, in retrospect, say that this was what I really wanted? Did I lose more than I gained? What, if anything, would I do differently?

Monday, February 18, 2008

Building a Stable


I met my friend John the summer after my freshman year when I lived and worked in Jackson Hole, Wyoming with a handful of my closest friends from school. He was living across the street with three other guys who had just graduated from college, and the eight of us formed a quick bond. John and I and have remained good (platonic) friends ever since, and he often serves as a great male-minded sounding board for my “Am-I-A-Slut?” rants.
John introduced me to a concept called “The Stable” that I have found very helpful in understanding and organizing my various relationships with men. As John describes it, most college guys have a “Stable” of girls. These are girls that they have met over the years, from a range of U.S. cities and universities. Stable members can be anyone from ex-girlfriends to one-night-stands to former flings. Maintaining one’s stable is not difficult, and if the proper steps are taken, according to John, a guy can be guaranteed a hook-up no matter where in the country he turns up. For example, if John knows that he will be spending a weekend at the University of Virginia, he will review his Stable (often in the form of a cell phone contact list), picking out those Stable members that call Charlottesville home. A phone call approximately two weeks prior to the UVA visit is all that is needed to properly ensure that these Stable members will be primed for a steamy hook-up. “I just call to check in, ask them about their life, about how everything has been,” John explains. Then, in the subsequent weeks, John keeps in touch through texts, emails, or the occasional drunken phone call. When John arrives in Charlottesville, he knows that he can call up one of his UVA Stable members to "hang."
There are certain rules, John says, that must be applied to the Stable at all times. If you learn that one of your Stable members has entered into a serious relationship, for instance, you temporarily remove them from your Stable. They are then to be reinstated if/when the relationship falls through. Secondly, you must be aware of certain “All-Star” Stable members. These are Stable members that make your life (and Stable maintenance) easier. Like you, these members likely have Stables themselves and understand the benefits of maintaining their many relationships.
When John first explained “The Stable” to me, it did not take long for me to realize that I did, in fact, have a Stable—I just didn’t recognize it as such. I could make a career of social networking: I am constantly visiting other colleges, making new friends through the old, and I too have Stable members all over the country. I have hooked up with guys in Atlanta, Athens, Chapel Hill, Charlottesville, New York, Charleston, Washington, and Jackson Hole—just to name a few (domestically, that is). And, like John, I have a habit of periodically contacting past romantic flings, and let me tell you: it works.
It is amazing for me to look at the past four years, noting the perpetual patterns in my hook-ups. Within the past six months, I have reawakened "relationships" with: my high school sweetheart, a freshman year fling, a sophomore year fling, and my longtime high school crush. One of these guys in particular (the sophomore year fling—we’ll call him “Jim”) is undeniably my All-Star. Landing a hook-up with Jim never fails. I met him on spring break two years ago, and since then we have hooked up at my school, his school, in Charleston, and, most recently, in New York. And throughout it all, we have remained close friends, speaking on the phone at least once every two months. We have little in common beyond the physical attraction and a slew of mutual friends, but Jim is sure to be a Stable member for years to come.
So for all of you ladies who worry that you may have one too many men to juggle, don’t fret—all you need is a little organization. If you build it, they will come.

Best years of my life...?

I’m 22 years old and about to graduate college, so I know what you are all thinking—what could she possibly have to say about dating. Maybe, if for nothing else, my blogging will provide feelings of nostalgia—nostalgia for the “good ole days,” right? I’m here to remind everyone that while college may be the best four years of your life (flirting with every guy at the bar, no-strings-attached hook-ups, nothing to do but study for the occasional exam and drink beer…), there is plenty about college dating that has left me wondering “Who the hell am I?”
As a senior, I have a handful of friends who, for lack of better words, have it all together: the banking job lined up, the perfect boyfriend with a ring in his back pocket, the predictable future of 2.5 children and a golden retriever. And what do I have to show for the past four years? A string of “flings” with guys who are incredibly fun and incredibly wrong for me, a number of crazy hook-up stories that are funny to tell but cringing to hear, and a mounting sense of independence which has bode well for me in life, but which seems to be the death wish for my datablity.
Like many women, I have the curse of being drawn to the A-Holes of the world—the guys who give too much attention to themselves and not enough to their personal relationships; in other words, the guys that are male versions of myself. A friend once told me not to fret, because, she said, these “bad boys” would eventually grow up and decide to settle down, at which point they would be inclined to choose a girl like me: outspoken and a little wild. Could this possibly be true? And if so, do I want to say that I ended up with that A-Hole from Phi Delta Theta? Err...
For now I guess all that I can do is continue to live my life and continue to amuse others with tales of binge drinking and dark alley make outs. After all, these are the best years of my life. I intend to enjoy them.