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If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
yes, yes it does. And that sound is a bloodcurdling scream.
I listen to Lady Gaga before booty calls to get me in the mood.
Ashe Jaafaru is one of the most gorgeous girls on campus.
There is nothing sexier than a man in uniform.
Mallory M wow can you say flawless??? Can't help staring everytime I see you
Has anyone taken an online class through Hamline? I was thinking about taking one for j-term but I don't want it to suck
The girl who dressed up as a train conductor, you are adorable.
I feel like I've entirely lost my nerve with women. Hookup culture may as well be from another planet to me. It's impossible for me to tell if a woman is out at a club with the objective to get smashed and hook up, or if she's just out of her wits and making a bad call in her stupor, and I don't care to risk a bad decision betting on the former. I'm also a total failure on the dance floor, which doesn't help matters any. Everyone tells me to "find the rhythm and just move," but I'm as stiff as a board when I finally do, and I'm off the floor within the next fifteen seconds. Words fail me when conversation strikes up. I mean, what the hell DO you talk about in such a scenario when you can't dance? I used to be just fine with this kind of thing, but for whatever reason, it's escaped me. So I'm no good with hookups (I'd like them to have at least some kind of substance), and I've got a lot of stuff to figure out before I can even consider a relationship, but it's hard to reconcile my priorities with my primal self, especially in the heat of the moment. The end result is a stammering mess left feeling emasculated and confused, wondering what the hell happened. So what does a man do in such a fix?