So you’ve been there before? You may know of someone else who has, too. Witnessed a drunken kiss by default and thought, “Wow! That girl/guy has balls!” Are you socially awkward and a bit bassakwards? You don’t know what I’m talking about? Likely story. . . .

 The perils of dating . . . you may either be slightly experienced or a total bull in a china shop. You know of him or her though. He/she sits next to you in Chem class or maybe lives in your dorm. You may have to retreat to your lock box of regretful moments from freshmen year, but you’ve been there or seen them: The mishaps of attempted dating.

 Do you remember that time at the bar when you were out with your buddies and got completely hammered? Do you recall seeing a guy or girl that looked remotely attractive (thanks to that fifth shot of tequila) and making out with them right there on the dance floor? At the time it didn’t matter, for you were invincible. Remember when you dated that cock for brains that cheated on you? You continually accepted his or her promises to change and yet couldn’t quite escape sexual desire? Ever accept a drink from a guy that you have no intention of dating? Thought you fell in love and then heard, “I’m sorry, it’s just not a good time for me right now. I would love to remain friends, though.” Or maybe you’re that nice guy that every girl wishes to befriend but who has a tough time penetrating the dating scene.

 The point is that we’ve all been there. After three years here, just as several others on campus, I have acquired a bit of a track record in terms of “dating.”  I have my treasure chest filled with guys that I reluctantly found myself kissing and then asked myself, “What was I thinking? Oh, and what was his name?” I thought that I had fallen in love a few times, but found that it was merely lust fused with a six-pack, a cute butt and pearly whites.

 For some of us, the easiest way to breach the walls of women and men is through intoxicating intoxication. You hope that maybe he or she will remember you better if you stumble a bit and slur all your words together. The point is that even with the track record of oh, say J.Lo, we could all still use some advice on sex, dating and relationships.

 So, fellow classmates, this column is simply that. A venue for you, the guy that finds the library exhilarating or the girl who is a social butterfly with bad karma, to ask questions and get well-researched answers. I can’t promise that I can improve your life, but maybe I can help pass the time while you’re sitting in class dozing away.

To ask Stacy embarrassing, pressing and hopefully tasteful questions on sex, dating and relationships, e-mail her at the address below.

Stacy Seebode is a senior journalism major and a dance minor. She may be reached at [email protected].