Recapture the fun of pre-college days and get naked
I’ve never been dating anyone on Valentine’s Day. I suppose that’s not completely true; I dated someone (on and off) for a little over two years. But we were always traversing ambiguous territory in February. Something about the endless cold put a damper on the flames of passion. Or maybe it was the chapped lips and dry skin. Recognizing romance means acknowledging commitment. And commitment is not something Yalies do well.
For those of us fortunate enough to be single for Feb Club, romance and commitment aren’t anywhere on the horizon.
By senior year, though, I’m left...
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