Diary of a Gen Z Student: Dating in college is a unique experience — here are the major rules

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Oh, Christ! It’s only been 20 minutes. I’d rather re-sit Leaving Cert Irish than hear about this guy’s passion for the Premier League. We know what I’m describing. I’m sitting opposite a person who seemed so fun before the date. But now I’m in a bright café, drinking bitter coffee. Not the dimly lit bar, sipping a G&T. Oh what I would give for a G&T right now. But I’m in a café. Tea and coffee are all I’ve got.
That first date can be uncomfortable... excruciating, arduous, torturous — those descriptors work well too. You’re sitting there, questioning your own sanity. I must have been experiencing a minor stroke when I signed myself up for this date. I swear he was taller. I swear he looked more like Jack in
. I wouldn’t be making space on my floating door for this boy as the Titanic went down. And for the love of God, I swear he didn’t look like someone who would ask for his coffee decaf. And did he really just say that? Someone needs to tell him, he doesn’t need to blurt out every thought that enters that pea-sized brain of his.