By the time I got to high school, the world as I knew it was divided into two distinct groups: those Who Have Hooked Up and Those Who Have Not.
When the Navy announced last month that federal budget cuts had left no money for Fleet Week, and that it would be cancelled for the first time since the festival began in 1984, the sound of breaking hearts echoed up and down the West Side of Manhattan.
The site’s mods claim that they have a verification process to prove that someone does in fact go to NYU, but there’s no word on whether they screen for crazies. Tread carefully, please.
We polled some of HowAboutWe’s friends about their funniest “not under my roof” stories. Check them out and see if yours is worse.
Size isn’t that important. Or is it? I can’t tell. Just don’t make a face when he drops his pants.
One night stands, I think, are like that very, very rich piece of cheesecake: Delicious and a total treat, but if you had it every day, you’d be like, “Oh my god. I’m disgusting. I feel gross. I hate myself.”