As embarrassing as this is, I must admit, that during my four years in college I, like most college students, had my fair share of random hookups.

Of course, as this was college, these hookups were mostly–well actually–completely fueled by extreme levels of intoxication and in some cases by peer pressure, with my girls telling me, “Oh you should totally hookup with him, he’s so hot.”

It’s not that I didn’t date in college, I did. It was just that the guys who wanted to date me were well, boring. I went out on fancy dates with guys, many of whom I eventually became good pals with, that were not guys I could see myself with long term (and for me, at the time, long term meant at least three months) and more importantly, were not guys I could see myself having sex with long term. Read More »

Occasionally during my down time at my “real person” job post college, I peruse my alma mater’s student newspaper online. I suppose it’s my way of living vicariously through the drama and events still going on at my beloved campus…which amazingly enough, still go on even without me. Today, I actually came across some surprising news that I was not aware of: College girls orgasm only HALF as much as college men. Sucks for us.

Now, I’m sure many things are running through your head right now as possible justifications for this statistic. I think we can all atest to the fact that most college hookups don’t exactly rock your world for a variety of reasons, (alcohol involved, inexperience, someone you don’t know extremely well, yada yada) so when you put it in perspective, it seems to make sense.

Apparently the survey was done by a professor at Stanford University. It questioned 4,000 students about their most recent hook-ups, which ranged from kissing to manual sex to oral sex to intercourse. The results showed that 44 percent of men had reached orgasm compared to 19 percent of women. More specifically, 70 percent of men climaxed during intercourse without oral sex beforehand, but only half the amount of females could do the same. Read More »

Before the days of The Facebook, there was Friendster. I was immediately addicted. Apparently, across campus, a cute guy who was equally addicted, sought me out and began to message me.

We began talking daily. I would be flirty, he would be dirty. Between the naughty remarks, this kid was witty and charming, and I found myself intrigued. Although I was a little curious why such an attractive man had to use the internet to find a lady, I attributed it all to the fact that it was now the 21st century and internet “dating” had become all the rage.

We took things slowly; talked online, talked on the phone, discussed grabbing drinks. Eventually, three or four days after our initial Friendstering (“slow” is a relative term in this high-tech world), we met, he fed me countless cocktails and we ended up back at his place making out on the couch.

Being the respectable lady that I am, I didn’t let it go very far. He didn’t like that very much, but I didn’t care; I may have found a man on the internet but I still had standards, damnit. Read More »