I Did a Bad, Bad Thing, Part III.
[Part 3 of a series. You should read Part 1 and Part 2 first.] “What’s the matter?” Vince feigned, as Jer stumbled into the room clutching a little piece of white paper and a...
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College Angst and the Cult of Virginity, Part II.
You see, the concept of virginity was created for 13-17 year-old (mostly female) adolescents who were kept carefully under guard until they could be exchanged between families like fruit baskets at Christmas. You wanted them to arrive, unwrapped, just when they were getting ripe.
I Did a Bad, Bad Thing, Part V. Epilogue.
[The end to the story told in “I Did a Bad, Bad, Thing” Part 1, 2, 3, and 4] Ray raced past the study carrel where I was sitting in the library before making...
HOW TO: Long distance dating in a global neighborhood
Everyone it seemed had an opinion about online dating, especially those who were still gloriously married and by all appearances happy. Their advice ranged from proclaiming trust in God and go to church to find a good girl, to, well as long as you look locally you are probably ok. Many well meaning friends advised on being extremely cautious to the point you should not trust anything you hear or see coming from the internet.
College Angst and the Cult of Virginity, Part I.
Nobody runs down on the wedding night with a sheet, points to a wet spot and shrieks, “Look! She just touched it and it went off like a Roman Candle! He’s a VIRGIN!” No, nobody does that. Nobody promises women that if they martyr themselves for a cause they will be rewarded with seventy male virgins every day in heaven, because, for women, that would be hell
I Did a Bad, Bad Thing, Part I.
That did it. “Oh my god,” shuddered Jer, who was a germaphobe. He was now both genuinely frightened and genuinely relieved that he now had a reason to not put himself in the compromising position of admitting to his roommate and demonstrating to Blondie that he was a virgin, “I hadn’t thought of that. But you can’t get a STD from kissing, can you?
I Did a Bad, Bad Thing, Part II.
[Part 2 of a series. You can find Part 1 here.] You see, Vince was a pre-med student. Illness was his thing. Jeremy, his roommate, was a germophobe. It wasn’t the first time Vince...
For Sale: Pet Sociopath
One never actually sees a relationship with a sociopath coming, they happen upon you and sweep you away with unpredictable excitement, ‘unpredictable’ being the operative word here. (Sidebar: Normal people are actually fairly unpredictable, dysfunctional ones are always predictable within their dysfunction. It’s why criminal profiles can prove so helpful to law enforcement.)
