For freshmen first arriving at university, the hookup scene is generally an unexplored wonderland of boxed wine, low priced underwear, and sweaty frat parties. Every Friday evening, girls don their glitter that is gold eye, overpriced Urban Outfitters crop tops, and high-waisted shorts; guys spritz on some Axe, buy a 30-pack, and adjust their snapbacks. After a couple of way too many rounds of low priced vodka shots and Natty Lights, everybody else piles into a dank frat house or apartment with dirty floors rather than light that is enough discovers another moderately appealing but similarly drunk individual, and makes away using them a little. Usually that’s it. They generally go homeward together. It is actually maybe maybe not just a deal that is big.
Grownups appear to think we’re all sex-crazed emotionless teens who have actually exchanged relationships for one-night stands, long conversations for heart emojis, romantic dinners for Tinder times. Continue reading “The fact of Hook Up heritage: we have been maybe not teenagers that are just sex-crazed”