The line-up for registration was basically a rubber-necking meat market wherein people eyed each other up and down anxiously, crossing fingers and toes, hoping that you were, or weren’t, his or her date. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the absurdity and awkwardness of it all.
Andrew is tall, dark and handsome. His scruffy beard reminds me of a burly lumberjack and makes me weak at the knees. He likes Settlers of Catan, riding bikes and psych rock. Andrew is the perfect man. There’s just one problem – we’ve never met. All of the above I learn from viewing his profile… Read More »
The post-university dating scene is a treacherous one. I find myself longing for the days of all-nighters at the library, if only for the plethora of good-looking Econ and Engineering majors occupying the basement cubicles. Post-convocation, we are faced with different dating etiquette, successes and utter fiascoes. While a 9-5 may come with sublime stability… Read More »