This past Friday at about four in the morning, I was ascending the library steps when I caught sight of an acquaintance doing the same. Without a word, we instinctively huddled closer for safety, and when I smiled at her, amused by our newfound proximity, she returned a pained grin. I noticed her eyes were misty. She was upset. Very upset.

Sex and dating is a process of trial and error, and ladies, sometimes you’ll find a stud, and sometimes you’ll meet a dud. But it doesn’t always have to be this way. Armed with the collective pool of knowledge gleaned from each other’s experiences, perhaps we can have the insight to spot an impending error before we hold the trial.

After a reasonable time at Georgetown, nearly everyone develops a sex and dating byline. For example: Joe Hoya is a senior in the MSB who once dated your friend Meredith. He is currently “talking to” Elizabeth J., although rumor has it he still loves his ex-girlfriend from freshman year, Jennifer L..

I can recall exactly what I did for Valentine’s Day every year since I started dating. The memories range from being overly romantic to downright sad.

Once I went out to dinner with a really white boy — in case you’re wondering, yes, there are scales of whiteness, and his gradation had less to do with the color of his skin than that he owned a Golden Retriever, was from Connecticut, enjoyed yachting and his name had Roman numerals in it.