ISO: Tall(ish, I'm 5'3" so taller than that), funny, kind, intelligent ... if only I knew what I was in search of. I think that might be the crux of my relationship-less state. Maybe?
Even though I live in a perpetual state of singledom, this myth about Dartmouth being void of relationships does not echo reality. Take my apartment for example. I'm surrounded by three relationships -- some more Dartmouth-esque than the others. Regardless of title, a rapport exists between my roommates and their boyfriends, their "friends," or whatever.
Oh, let me just say that "The Dish" is not wrong to suggest the Tip Top Cafe as a great locale for an intimate dinner. I once went there on a date, unbeknownst to me. I had bought into this mentality that dating just does not happen within the Big Green bubble and I was incorrect. Whoops. Love does exist at Dartmouth, though its success may be thwarted because it is forced to germinate in frat scud (that crap on basement floors, whatever the technical term is).
Even though sophomore summer has yet to be fruitful for me, I hope the pickings are better for the rest of the '08s soaking in the summer sun above the 43rd parallel (correct me if I'm wrong about our latitudinal location). I mean, what about that statistic that 60 percent of Dartmouth students marry other Dartmouth students? Something has to go right at some point. Maybe junior year ...
