When I first came to George Mason University as a freshman, I was as single as you could get.
I went to parties with my girls, had nights in and then the inevitable first date popped up.
I never really dated back home. It was more like this guy takes me to a dinner and movie, holds my hand and then, if we both liked each other enough, we became boyfriend-girlfriend.
College is different, though. Single gals can go out with three different guys in two weeks and keep going out with them. That is, until they find the deal breaker.
The deal breaker is the thing that you absolutely cannot stand about the other person which leads to the “It’s not you, it’s me” breakup line (or lie, depending on how you take it).
For some people, such as myself, it’s kissing. If you’re a bad kisser then you can just forget about it.
I don’t care if you’re sweet and charming, or humorous and handsome; if you kiss me in a way that leaves spit or bruises on my face, or if you have a tongue that just intrudes upon my mouth’s personal space by darting in and out, then I’m sorry. I just can’t deal with that.
There’s also the pretty boy. You know, the guy who can’t get too much of himself and competes with your beauty.
This may seem conceited, but the girls out there know what I’m talking about. It’s frustrating to go out with a guy who checks himself out in the store windows just as much as you do.
Then, God forbid, there’s the guy who is just a plain jerk. He says whatever the heck he wants, but comes off as a little bit confident and witty, so we give him a chance.
After all, confidence is sexy and wit can sometimes be even sexier. But sooner or later, his “confidence” comes off as cockiness and his “wit” seems sleazy.
Hey, it may be shallow to label these guys and break things off because of their deal-breaking habits, but as young women in college with so much ahead of us, we can do so much better than a tongue-thruster, a pretty boy and a conceited player.
I’m positive that I’m not the only girl on campus who feels this way.
And the really frustrating thing about this campus is that those deal-breaker guys seem to be everywhere. Just everywhere!
You’d think on such a diverse campus with thousands of commuters, out-of-state students and international students that there would be plenty of eligible bachelors who could step up their game and be the perfect potential boyfriend.
But nope. Not here. Unfortunately, ladies, we’ve got to dig on this campus to find a keeper.
It’s a shame, but it seems that all the deal breakers are ready for some action that we just can’t handle.
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