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The past week has been quite an experimental one for me. During the last few days, I’ve done three male-related things that I’d never thought I’d do before. I went on a blind date, took strip tease lessons and made out with someone on a frat party dance floor (yeah, I was that girl).

I would recommend two of the things I did to others — but advise just staying away from one of the activities. Can you guess which one I wouldn’t recommend?

On Friday, I went on a blind date. Setting up the dates for Love Connection every week should have desensitized me to the nerve-wracking elements of a blind date. The daters I interview always seem to have a fun time and good meal and seem to end up on at least decent terms with each other. When my BFF Stephanie set me up with a guy in an a capella group here, as a swooning girl, I just couldn’t say no to that. The day before, I was able to message him on Facebook so that we could interact a bit and so that I knew what he looked like. In that sense, I was already miles ahead of the Love Connection daters. I had no reason to be nervous, but I was terrified. If it was awful, at least I’d have more material for my column, I rationalized. We went out for dinner and then went to a bonfire, and he was a very gentlemanly date. He sang more than any other dates I’ve had, but I guess that’s what I signed up for. He even said he’d serenade me during his solo at the next concert. Not bad for a blind date! I would recommend that everyone try this and put themselves out there at least once while in college.

Earlier that day, I took strip tease lessons with four of my besties at a dance studio on Rio Road. It was an exercise class in a mirrored room with five stripper poles bolted to the ground. We went through a workshop and learned the sexy walk, basic pole dance, floor work, erotic dance and strip tease. I learned a bunch of really great moves and I won’t say which, but a few of those moves came in handy later that night. You’re welcome. The class absolutely was the most fun I’ve ever had exercising — a fantastic afternoon in general. If only sexy firemen used the poles that well. And in addition to the rocking dance moves, I got to bond with my girlfriends. I highly, highly advise everyone, especially the ladies — although they also teach a male-only pole dance class — to sign up for at least one workshop. While you’re there, ask the instructor to show you what she can do. There’s some move where she’s upside down, five feet up the pole, holding on with only the back of one thigh. It blew my mind.

Lastly, on Saturday night, I became one of the many people to succumb to a DFMO, or a Dance Floor Make Out. Saturday was a long night and as I was about to leave the party, I ran into a guy and decided to stay for one more dance. I set my bag and coat down on the floor and began to shake my hips like I learned in the class the day before. Front-to-back dancing led to front-to-front dancing which led to against-the-wall dancing, which lead to a DFMO. Oops! As someone who always hates those people at parties who get a little too freaky right in front of me, I really didn’t mean to turn into one of them. But I couldn’t help it. I remember trying to make sure no one I knew saw us. But they saw us.

Oh well, worse things could have happened. This is definitely something, however, I would not suggest for the rest of you.

So two out of three’s not bad; Two of my risks paid off and the other did not. But, still, I went out and tried new things. It’s college and experimentation is what it’s all about, right?

So go out there and take charge. Grab your crush and do something you’ve never done before. Just don’t do it on a dance floor in front of your friends.

Jordan’s column runs biweekly Mondays. She can be reached at j.hart@cavalierdaily.com.

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