Writing about sex is a good way to get people to read your blog. No really, people love reading about other people's bad sex, ways to improve their blow job technique and just smut in general. At least that is what I read. But I can't write about sex; I can only write about non-sex.
I'm sure if I went to a normal college, I would be writing about drunken hook-ups, first love (or second or third) and improving blow job technique. Instead I go to NYU and I write about drunken nights in which I find nobody remotely attractive, meet only gay guys or gay guys (in the socially unacceptable, third grade sense) and wind up home by myself. Freshman year we came up with a breakdown of guys at NYU: 50% gay, 25% taken, 10% extreme assholes, 5% Republicans, 6% thinks speedballs are a breakfast cereal, 4% are Stern nerds and 1% are actually reasonably attractive datable guys. This might seem cynical, but I don't mean to imply that no one at NYU dates. Actually I do mean that. Getting into a relationship at NYU is akin to being in the ocean just after your trans-atlantic ship has gone down. While various flotsam drifts past you and other hapless victims flail for their lives, you look about for anything, anything that will keep you afloat and out of the icy water. Yup it's a lot like the end of Titanic except without Leonardo DiCaprio, just a door.
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You SCARED me there for a minute, Vick. I don't mean to impede on your right to write about whatever creepy thing you wish on your blog, but you have a (fairly) young sister to think about! XD
Anyway, yeah, Kirsten went through a whole thing last year about how she thinks guys suck and had a similar breakdown to yours. However, she's now practically in love with a Senior (however much I disagree) so hopefully your phase of cynicism will pass as well. :)
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