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In basic terms, it is all the fun and none of the emotional attachment. Partaking in these casual hook-ups was, in a way, empowering.
After a long, hectic day, I was able to come home and ~relieve some stress~ without the worry of troubling myself with someone else’s feelings or worries. As for emotional support, I had great friends who made me feel happy and secure. However, one fateful day, my friend and I decided to go to one of those classic college Saturday night parties.
It’s a balmy night in Manhattan’s financial district, and at a sports bar called Stout, everyone is Tindering.
The tables are filled with young women and men who’ve been chasing money and deals on Wall Street all day, and now they’re out looking for hookups.
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So I swore off any sort of monogamist relationship and, over the next few years, fell into the so-called “hookup culture.” According to probably any magazine or website you’ve read recently, millennials have developed a new form of dating known as “hookup culture.” This stems from popular dating apps, such as Tinder, which provide hundreds of readily available sexual partners at our fingertips; the awkward first date is no longer a necessary formality.
Speaking of avoiding first dates, there is also no pressure for awkwardness.
Despite the fact that we hooked up the first night we met, my freshman-self didn’t see it as a one-night stand.
By senior year, most of us have mistaken a rude dude for one of the good guys.
Maybe that’s because of a natural human desire to see the good in people, or the fact that both people often feel responsible when things don’t work out.
Either way, we usually don’t see that person clearly until long after we’ve distanced ourselves from them, and by then it’s too late.
On a cold January night during my freshman year at UW-Madison, I went to a party with a classmate and some of her high school friends.