You know, there’s a big difference between college guys and college girls. OK, so we all like to party, most of us like to get drunk, we all hate early-morning classes…but there’s one aspect of college life that really separates the males from and females. That is, of course, sex. There’s a permanent and traditional divide between college sex for guys and college sex for girls. The main difference being that no matter where you college guys go, whether it’s to a party, a club or even a sociology class, you are hoping for sex. And not just hoping for sex, but hoping for no-strings, no-commitment, and no-attachment fun sex.

College girls, on the other hand, vary slightly is this area. Don’t get me wrong; sometimes (a lot of the time actually) we do go out solely with the intention of finding crazy, carefree sex with a nearby stranger. This is the freedom we have as college students, to be able to engage in such promiscuity with no remorse at all. We want a fun one night stand, just as much as the hot frat guy lying in bed next to us.

The difference is that, unlike you hormone-fueled guys, we girls often go out for many other reasons other than to find random sex. So how do you tell a girl who is looking for a guy just like you to rock her world for one passion-filled evening from a girl who wants a goodnight kiss on the cheek and a bouquet of flowers at her door in the morning?

Believe me, we give you enough hints for you to figure it out. Here are some great tips for ensuring you have the perfect one night stand. But before you start trying to charm your way into my bed, make sure you know exactly what I’m looking for.

1. My Clothes

Take my clothes: A short skirt might just mean I want to look nice for a night out with the girls…but a super-short dress showing a whole lot of cleavage probably means I’m looking for something more. Now, if it were in a serious relationship, chances are I’d cover up enough so that guys would be attracted to me, but they wouldn’t make assumptions about me. If I look slutty, I realize I look slutty and have chosen not to care. That is one-night-stand material.

2. My Make-Up

I’m not going to wear really heavy make-up if I’m going for drinks with colleagues and my devoted boyfriend is at home waiting for me. Red lipstick means I’m after something wild and unpredictable, and I’m not going to go home until I get it. If I’m trying to impress a guy enough for him to take me home or even for him to ask me for my number, I’m probably not going to be wearing my hair in a ponytail. A girl makes an effort for her friends, but looking dazzling takes work, and if I’m going to that much effort, it’s probably not just for the benefit of my girlfriends.

3. My Vibe

It’s not just about the way I look, though. If I’m hanging out at the bar all night scoring drinks off ten different guys, I don’t have a boyfriend (unless I’m one of those girls – in which case, steer clear!). I’m also probably not looking for anything serious, but I am up for having a lot of fun.  Sitting at a table with all my girlfriends, wearing jeans, looking tired – please don’t approach me. I’m just not in the mood.

In case you haven’t been in the world enough to notice, we girls can get very snappy if we’re approached on a bad night. So feel it out first.  There’s a huge difference between guys and girls and this is that if we want a one night stand, we know we can get it. And we will make sure we find it. If my appearance and attitude fit the bill and you’re sure I’m not a psycho-stalker kind of girl, then by all means, go for it!

Oh boy, i’ve been called emo since i was 13. i started cutting my wrists at 12, but no one found out until i was 13. i started wearing different colored skinnys when i turned 13, i like to dye my hair exotic colors. I’m not afraid to show the world my scars. im some what proud of them because they always make me stronger everytime. But the one thing that i like the best is that in my town i am the only GIRL who is emo. im different from everyone else. i show what im feeling at all times. im 16, and my mom still hasn’t figured out why i do what i do. me, i dont know why. its just who i am. my boyfriend doesn’t mind it because he knows that i do it because i have to, not because i want to…yes i could stop if i tried but i dont have the will, and i like myself the way i am…i dont hate myself like everybody thinks that emo kids do…and i kinda dont mind the name i get from it. According to some people it intimidates them.A

ok i know this girl who sits in her room and cries the whole day away. and at night she writes in this little pink journal about stuff. i cant explain it so il jut write what it all says and everything like that.ok its starts like this…….(monday) this is how i feel.. HEART BROKEN, NEGLECTED, DUMB,HATED,RETARDED,SAD,EMOTIONAL,ALONE,DEPRESSED,STUPID…. someday youll cry for me like i cried for you.someday youll miss me like i missed you.someday youll love me but i wont love you.. my heart is broken not even mendabl peices are left simply particals of dust that blew away along with the last of my trust.stabbing thornds hurt soo badley i could have screamed, i could have cussed.but i didnt i refused. i just let it hurt more and more till i was just confused. till my whole being was horribly tense.more than anyone could have imagined.the pain was based upon one thought i have no one, no one at all , no one wil ever truly care. then a voice sopftly says with the sound of injury.dont you rember you still have me? im still waiting t=for the pain too stop and that voice too come.too often i feel like a bad idea,tossed into the tras and forgotten about.sometimes relationships are like glass sometimes its better to leave them broken than too hurt yourself putting them back together.hearts should be made of stone ,maybe then we would stand a chance or at least not have them broken so easily.i just cant take it any more i want to do suicide but il give it a couple of chances..you know i might not have much and i might not be all that smart. but i do have a heart and right now its broken.sometimes when im looking in the mirror i wonder who would really fucking care if i died…theres a saying that i heard that said your as soft as a rose and as strong as a lion.. and when i heard that i met my true love opps i mean she meet her true love. oh well you guessed it that girl was and still is me sometimes.. i hope you like it and thats not all of my journal. message me if you want too hear more of it and please please please rate this is only my second thing that ive made so please……………………..