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True to my awkward history, I hardly dated at all in college, contrary to all collegiate stereotypes. I did a lot of ogling (an ex of mine fondly referred to the first day of the semester as "the first day of hunting season"), but very little actually happened. I had many crushes on classmates and coworkers, but I only actually went out with about three guys. The vast majority of my college stories involve guys who weren't single and tended not to mention it; the remaining few I was too shy to say anything to after aforementioned disasters. My last boyfriend in college, known here as V8, made me do some serious thinking about what I wanted in a relationship. Not that he suggested it, obviously; rather, he was so embarrassingly awful that I stayed single for a year after I graduated while I took time off for some much-needed reflection. Forever afterwards, I made sure I dated guys for the right reasons, not just because they were interested or I was lonely. Obviously, plenty of losers slipped through the cracks anyway, but at least I became better at spotting them and dumping them quickly. I have listed the stories in chronological order, plus there is a color coded timeline below the list. |
