10 Struggles Every NARP (Non-Athletic Regular Person) Dating A Division III Athlete Faces
You’re desensitized to some extremely silly showings of *manhood,* many of which come at your expense. Good luck, babe. You’re gonna need it.
You’re desensitized to some extremely silly showings of *manhood,* many of which come at your expense. Good luck, babe. You’re gonna need it.
You’ve started ordering her wine. No, no... anything but the Chardonnay. Too oaky.
You set aside at least an hour each day to stare at yourself in the mirror. Usually while crying. You’re a beautiful crier.
We’ve had years of practice mothering little boys. Like it or not, we know how to coax you into becoming a better man.
“But you’re, like, not really black.”
You like, actually have ADHD, though.
We’re both jealous things — both humans, right? — so let’s stop pretending. We’re not 18 anymore. No need to pretend.
As a Hispanic woman with some social capital at a small, preppy, elite college, I’m expected to retire my thorny convictions when the watery beer starts flowing.
How do you function under the conviction that you’re not as socially, politically, and economically valuable as a man? Again, I’m not dramatic; I’m incensed that you enjoy the civil rights recently afforded to our sex and, yet, turn your back on the principles they defend.
Derek has had a crush on Katie for nine months now. That’s a full-grown fetus of laying groundwork for a date,…