Wanna chime in here. Was sleeping with a guy I reeeally liked, and I’m pretty strict with condoms, even in a relationship (can’t really use birth control). This guy kinda wanted to do it without a condom, and I always said no. We stopped seeing each other for distance reasons. Then I find out through his best friend that he’s had herpes for a couple of years. I was PISSED. Not because he had herpes, that wouldn’t have stopped me if I really liked him (I did), but because he didn’t tell me AND wanted to have condomless sex without telling me about it. Moral: tell the girl, explain that it’s not a huuuuge deal, use a condom/take your meds, and get it.
Taking two trains and one bus to visit a college friend. We will have our complete college trio since our other bff will be joining us. We have no solid plans besides acting like fools and not remembering this weekend at all. See you on Will’s column on Monday.
Went out with this guy who just said “take me to your favorite bar.” I did as requested, it was my neighborhood’s hole in the wall. We ate really greasy burgers. From here on out I’m gonna assume that’s why there wasn’t a second date.
This!! My ex and I are still good friends. I found out he was engaged at a bar and it was hard. It was harder to deal with the wedding invitation (didn’t go, my dad did, they are friends, it is weird) and with the drunken calls a week before the wedding. Then had to deal with drunken calls a bit before the divorce. A rollercoaster.
Herpes girl, I’ve been there. This story is so similar to what he did to me/other people, I honestly think it could be the same guy. I really liked him, and I wouldn’t have dumped him because of the herpes — we would keep using condoms, it’s not a terrible disease, it can be asymptomatic, comes and goes, all things that have been mentioned here. What I did care about was honesty. This dude didn’t tell you about it for the first few times you hung out/had sex. You deserve better than the complete disrespect and lack of care that his action shows. Dump him.
For the festival one: I go to a lot of festivals where some kids are doing molly, some kids are naked, and others are enjoying some Bob Dylan while sitting on the grass. Find a festival with a lineup you’d enjoy, and ignore it if it’s branded as “too millennial.” You’ll have fun and experience never-ending freedom anyway, under a cloudless sky and with a beer in your hand.
Gonna pretend I’m still young and go to a music festival in Baltimore this weekend. Then it’s a whole week at the beach before heading to the last semester (hopefully) of grad school.
Made the “drinking heavily on Thursday” mistake, so I have an 8 hour shift to get through while still hammered. But then, it’s a long weekend at the beach! Let’s get it.
Big drinking holiday back at the alma mater this weekend. Already here, staying at a friend’s house, and already drunk at 5pm on Friday. Should be a shit show. Can’t wait.
Some of my cousins (the ones with well established jobs who didn’t go the grad school route) are taking me home to NYC this weekend. Drinks, they say, are on them. It’s gonna be interesting.
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Wanna chime in here. Was sleeping with a guy I reeeally liked, and I’m pretty strict with condoms, even in a relationship (can’t really use birth control). This guy kinda wanted to do it without a condom, and I always said no. We stopped seeing each other for distance reasons. Then I find out through his best friend that he’s had herpes for a couple of years. I was PISSED. Not because he had herpes, that wouldn’t have stopped me if I really liked him (I did), but because he didn’t tell me AND wanted to have condomless sex without telling me about it. Moral: tell the girl, explain that it’s not a huuuuge deal, use a condom/take your meds, and get it.
Taking two trains and one bus to visit a college friend. We will have our complete college trio since our other bff will be joining us. We have no solid plans besides acting like fools and not remembering this weekend at all. See you on Will’s column on Monday.
Heading back to the alma mater for our spring game. Will certainly make an appearance on Monday’s “Worst stories from the weekend.” Send Ts and Ps.
How do you find these smooth, creative and witty guys? Do you use a specific type of perfume? I need to know your secret, CMV…
Went out with this guy who just said “take me to your favorite bar.” I did as requested, it was my neighborhood’s hole in the wall. We ate really greasy burgers. From here on out I’m gonna assume that’s why there wasn’t a second date.
This!! My ex and I are still good friends. I found out he was engaged at a bar and it was hard. It was harder to deal with the wedding invitation (didn’t go, my dad did, they are friends, it is weird) and with the drunken calls a week before the wedding. Then had to deal with drunken calls a bit before the divorce. A rollercoaster.
Wine, cheese and netflix. I’ve been going all out for past NYEs, so wanna see what staying at home feels like.
Herpes girl, I’ve been there. This story is so similar to what he did to me/other people, I honestly think it could be the same guy. I really liked him, and I wouldn’t have dumped him because of the herpes — we would keep using condoms, it’s not a terrible disease, it can be asymptomatic, comes and goes, all things that have been mentioned here. What I did care about was honesty. This dude didn’t tell you about it for the first few times you hung out/had sex. You deserve better than the complete disrespect and lack of care that his action shows. Dump him.
Going back to the alma mater for primetime football, cheap liquor and gameday signs. Wish me luck!
For the festival one: I go to a lot of festivals where some kids are doing molly, some kids are naked, and others are enjoying some Bob Dylan while sitting on the grass. Find a festival with a lineup you’d enjoy, and ignore it if it’s branded as “too millennial.” You’ll have fun and experience never-ending freedom anyway, under a cloudless sky and with a beer in your hand.
Gonna pretend I’m still young and go to a music festival in Baltimore this weekend. Then it’s a whole week at the beach before heading to the last semester (hopefully) of grad school.
Every day this week has been lasting approximately 70 hrs. I don’t think I’m gonna make it to Friday.
I actually do that as well.
Thank God for this take. Not enough people know that Delaware, indeed, has the best pizza. Grotto is life changing.
Made the “drinking heavily on Thursday” mistake, so I have an 8 hour shift to get through while still hammered. But then, it’s a long weekend at the beach! Let’s get it.
A normal couple!! This was so refreshing
Penn State indeed. Arts Fest does me dirty every time, but damn it’s worth it. We are!
Big drinking holiday back at the alma mater this weekend. Already here, staying at a friend’s house, and already drunk at 5pm on Friday. Should be a shit show. Can’t wait.
Ugh so happy to find someone else who is still all about Wells. He is my ideal man.
Some of my cousins (the ones with well established jobs who didn’t go the grad school route) are taking me home to NYC this weekend. Drinks, they say, are on them. It’s gonna be interesting.