NYU Diaries: Metrocard Dating

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W.M. Akers returns with ruminations on love below 14th street and why you should get in on the action.

From what I understand, the Columbia dating pool—men and women, straight and gay—is a shallow one. Your battlements keep you so well-contained that you bounce off them and into each other quickly, in a kind of sexual pinball that leaves most of the acceptable options exhausted by the end of freshman year. In the past I’ve found myself jealous of your closed social world, since it’s necessary to have a close circle of friends in order to gossip properly, but the closed circles quickly run out of people to do gossip-worthy things with.

So if Valentine’s Day didn’t see you trapped in a suffocating dorm relationship, consider a little sexual tourism down to Washington Square. After all, no one at Columbia is impressed that you go to Columbia. But if you get the right brand of NYU student—or New School student, if you want things even easier—he or she should be perceptive enough to recognize your natural, well-projected superiority. The child of the Village will thrill to see your name appear on caller ID, for a descent from Morningside Heights is no less an occasion than an angel’s coming down from Heaven. (And whether your descent is voluntary or, like that most beautiful angel’s, forced, we below cannot tell.)

But where can you meet these darling downtown desirables? The Thompson Street chess shops are not the place to start. It helps, of course, to know someone at the University who can invite you to a party. Don’t bother trying to meet someone in a dorm, since handing over your ID to get signed in is not sexy. Use your CC-honed intuition to sniff out a mid-size party in Alphabet City, in a dingy, ill-decorated apartment that costs more per month than your housing. Choose the surliest attractive person there—try to make sure they match your preferred gender and sexual orientation—and make a crack about how you’re glad no one is playing beer pong or, if someone is playing beer pong, about how you hate this person. When that line of conversation flags, ask about your target’s apartment and rent. No one below 96th Street can resist talking about rent. Let your inherent conversational deftness take over from here, and the night is yours.

If you choose to keep seeing Mr. or Mrs. Downtown, it won’t just be good for you. Columbia students aren’t the only ones with something to prove, you know. Ours is an anxiety of consumption. We feel guilty for spending too much of our parents’ money, and at the same time anxious that we’re not consuming the city properly. We don’t get out into Brooklyn often enough; we spend too much time in dorms; we eat at the same restaurants over and over again. Having you downtown is like having a friend come to stay; through your eyes we can see the city fresh. Wouldn’t you like to go to a cool downtown restaurant, a fun downtown bar, and a beautiful downtown park? Your date should know exactly one of each, and once he or she’s done showing you, well, you can see how much nicer our dorm rooms are than yours. For a moment your new friend will feel cool again because, next to you, we almost are.

Eventually, of course, you must grow tired of your 8th Street piece. NYU students are a pleasant dalliance, but marriage material we are not. Most of us aren’t even worth taking home to your parents. Our most interesting students are the artists and actors, and God knows you can’t show up at the summer home with that. But if you keep it up until May then you can go home to your high school ex. By the time summer’s over and you remember why you broke up in the first place, there will be a whole new freshman class to pinball off of. And so the cycle will begin anew.



  1. I read Bwog

    To see self-deprecating NYUers describe us as "angels coming down from Heaven."

  2. Why  

    did I waste my time reading this?

  3. he's trying  

    to butter us up!!!

    "your natural, well-projected superiority" why thank you W.M.

  4. NYU Boys  

    Are all trouble. Truth.

  5. dear mr. akers  

    please notify me where i can attend gay parties at NYU.

  6. hooray  

    my battered self-esteem needed this

  7. what did the  

    cute prune say to the studly fig in the bulk food bins?

    Wanna go on a date?!

  8. Anonymous  

    The beginning praise was just cover for later backhanded compliments.

    At least this guy is helping social retards get laid with other social retards. I guess that counts for something.

  9. hey  

    We social retards need action too. And my fellows SEASers aren't that attractive.

  10. applause  

    I really liked this piece.

  11. i think  

    the bottom line is that we're all huge narcissists. Who knew?

  12. hmm  

    i like it too. the praise is supposed to imply romance, people... they want us to come down and date and the lover waiting for you will be on awe of you. Come on you shouldve figured that out. But I wouldnt come within a stick's length of an NYU guy NUH-uh like #4 said, all trouble, TRUTH!!

  13. please please  

    please make it stop. i didn't apply to NYU for a reason (well, for a few)....so that i wouldn't have to see NYU students, talk to NYU students, or even read the meta, masterbatory ironic bullshit produced by NYU students

  14. That's it,  

    I am not going to read BWOG again until this NYU "reporting" stops. Boycott BWOG.

  15. Back in the day

    the best part of dating an NYU chick was that after you tire of her you could just push her over the railing in the library and no one would ask any questions. Damn safety glass shields!!!

  16. praiseful

    That was a perfect picture.

  17. this  

    is actually a pretty solid posting. funny, well-written.

  18. since  

    some of us dont like the nyu dating options... what are the other options?

  19. i suspect  

    hes dating bwog.

  20. aww  

    "Most of us aren't even worth taking home to your parents"

    But that's the fun part. *loves the NYU Boys*

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