Page 3 of 3
And, how to say this, um, about romance. Consider university as strictly catch-and-release. Theres nothing more pathetic than married student housing unless its married students themselves. As much as it pains me to say this, any guy you meet at university who says he wants to marry you is just looking for someone to do his laundry. Drop the loser like a bad habit. Better yet, phone the local FBI office and tell them you think hes part of a sleeper cell; theyll get rid of him for you.
And I would be remiss if I didnt share with you the single best "Drop Dead, Loser" line I ever heard. Unwanted advances come with the territory of being a gorgeous woman, which you are. Some guys wont take no for an answer. Look those guys softly in the eyes and tell them, "Thanks anyway, Sugar, but Ive already got one a**hole in my pants."
Dont ask me how I know about that line.
While all this is going on, have fun. Find something youre passionate about and make it your lifes work. Well, at least your early lifes work. Phone home, eat good food and dont drink until you pass out. At least not often.
Your absent but only uncle.