I've felt really behind in the dating world since coming to college a year ago. In high school, most romances didn't seem to last, so I didn't feel like I was missing out. But in college, many people find the person they're going to marry. That being said, I've always been really nervous around guys and never put myself out there socially. This year, however, I have met several nice guys and I have pretty much forgotten my anxiety over talking with them. I feel like God is telling me that this is my year to shine.

I promised myself that I wouldn't date anyone this semester. But screw it, this girl is great.

Ladies i need some advice. I am an old fashion guy and by that i mean i open doors. i always put myself between the girl and someone sketchy. i will always wait for her if she fell behind. ill put the first to help her if she gets hurt and be there to the end. i'm the one to sit and just listen if you just need to talk and wont ever judge. i'm good looking. heck i still give flowers and treat every girl with respect. Yet while every girl is grateful and loves these things about me. That's all i get is appreciation. When all i want is someone who can take care of me too. what am i doing wrong? Is it really true that nice guys finish last?

I got friend-zoned so hard. Totally sucks. -girl

I have a huge crush on Brian Bump. I want to be the Lauren Bacall to his Humphrey Bogart, the Black Canary to his Green Arrow, the Mario to his Luigi.

Since that is the trend, I have my own confession about how I like my women: Hot, Sexy, and Blonde! But I like brunettes, too. I like them with degrees. I like them in public office. I like them in the kitchen. I like them everywhere!

I can't tell if I want to be alone or if it hurts to be alone.
I can't tell if having a lover would terrify me more than it would make me happy.
I can't tell if I hate people or if I just have really horrible random thoughts occasionally.
I love the idea of having a family but I hate the hollow institution marriage has become.
I daydream about holding on to someone I love, but I haven't any idea what I'd do if I actually had such a person.
I don't hate my roommate, I just hate living with him.
I love drawing but I fear my mistakes.
I love music and I miss my piano.

I'd asked to be saved, but your preaching disgusts me.
I'd try to believe, but I can't help but see fallacy.

I'm totally jealous of everyone else getting busy and not me :(