College dating for guys
Annoying adult schedules really don't allow for that kind of romantic simplicity.People have jobs, schedules, and apartments across the city, which makes a casual hang-out situation hard to come by.Maybe my new “dating strategy” is a response to my flings with Harvard guys that went nowhere, or instances when the guys that I liked found girlfriends before I could tell them how I felt.
I do, because there is something upsetting about the idea that Harvard guys would outsource their party guests, affirming the cultural reality where the Harvard name works against women in social contexts.
So don't put too much pressure on yourself to find the love of your life right now, and treat dating as both a fun activity and a learning opportunity.
The more people you date, the more you're going to learn about yourself Do you find dating post-college to be a scary or exciting experience?
If going to class isn't really your style, there are myriad other ways to meet potential love interests—walking across the quad, for example. Meeting people in college is as simple as going to class. If you're moving to a new city, this will be easy—everyone you meet will be new, and you're more likely to say yes to social invitations when you're trying to establish a social life in a new place. But whether it's a get-together, an activity group, a book club, or signing up for online dating, if you want to meet someone, you're going to have to actually put in the effort and try.
That is literally all you have to do to meet people. Not to depress you (or sound like the Princeton Mom), but never again will you be presented with so many single, available options of guys and girls around your age and with your same interests. If you're staying put, try to take advantage of the expanded social network that comes from a core group of people (you and your college buddies) branching out, starting new jobs, meeting new people, etc. Cause it's never again going to be as easy as walking across the quad. You'll probably spend at least one night in the next five years on an air mattress, next to a plastic box from the Container store that's doubling as a nightstand, lying awake to the sound of an old man's phlegmy cough, in some distant, distant part of the city.