A New York City Girl Finds Comfort in a Similarity Abroad
A week after my 21st birthday, I went to a country where I could have ordered a Cosmo three years ago. A little anticlimactic? Yes. Despite the lack of acknowledgment that I so desperately craved from every bouncer, bartender and anyone else who may have had an ounce of authority in a nightlife venue, I allowed myself to feel the self-satisfying glee of being able to whip out my real, New Jersey ID with the correct eye color and height, at every possible opportunity.
Brains over beauty is a thing of the past. Now, it's games over girls
Some women refuse to acknowledge that their lover's mistress has a name. It makes her too real to handle. It means she exists and isn't just an unpleasant thought that won't fade away. I'm different. Though I have several names for my boyfriend's hi-tech temptress, Sexbox is what I usually call my competition because besides her, sex is the only thing that can hold his attention for that long.
My Night of Tango in the Tiger's Den
Recently, I was invited to attend an event at the Princeton Club of New York with a friend to learn how to tango. This presented a few problems: (1) I didn't have a date, (2) I didn't know how to tango and (3) I can't dance. Problem one was hardly an issue as single 20-somethings were bound to be in attendance.
(no puedo hablar)
It is late on a Wednesday night and Michael and Mary are talking on the phone. Michael is curious of the time. This is the cue for the following scenario to unfold. MICHAEL: Hey, what time is it? MARY (checks her watch): Oh wow! It's 12:32 a.m. I didn't realize how late it was! MICHAEL: Do you want me to let you go? MARY: I don't know.
Hooking up in college versus hooking up in the real world
There are many reasons why post-college life is dubbed "The Real World." From the moment we are accepted into college, before we pick out that perfect extra-long duvet, we are expected to begin prepping ourselves for the enigmatic "real world." And although college is supposed to prepare us for it, it actually makes the transition worse.
Jumping into a long distance relationship freshman year of college wasn't the smartest thing to do. My relationship completely consumed me, compromising my grades, my friends and even my family. My boyfriend thought himself to be the epicenter of my life and disregarded everyone else who was important to me.
Ever since the intricate brain neurons granted individuals the ability to transcend time and reality through imagination, people have fantasized about alternate worlds, have thought about unlikely situations and have created blueprints of their future. Many women spend a lot of time analyzing and imagining their lives, filling their fantasies with perfect relationships. Our expectations for the future, however, almost never match our actual experiences. Nevertheless, we spend so much time planning and imagining the ideal future, we end up neglecting the reality engulfing the present.
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