OK,
you've gone to college, gone vegan, and gone to the anti-war protests.
You've dashed you parents hopes of one day being able to say, "my
son, the gastroenterologist" by becoming a poli-sci major.
Yet, despite your commitment to ending the corporatestranglehold
on American life, there's still one thing missing from your alternative
lifestyle: Sex.
1.
Appearance.
For starters,
take a look at yourself. Better yet, take a good, long whiff. Have
you bathed recently? If the answer is "yes," then the
odor's probably coming from your clothes. The following fashion
faux pas are OUT:
Dreadlocks:
They just scream, "My head is a terrarium for vermin."
Hackey
sacks: We're sorry, but hackey sack is not a sport, it's a declaration
that you will be living in your parents' basement, churning out
conspiracy-theory 'zines when you're 40. Get in shape by taking
up a real sport, like off-road biking, hiking, or heavy drinking.
Grateful
Dead T-shirt: Jerry is DEAD. Deal with it.
Colorfully
woven Guatemalan blankets worn as a poncho: Only good for showing
your empathy for the homeless.
The following,
however, are IN:
Cargo
pants: You can hide your weed in them.
Second-hand
suit and tie: You're gonna be wearing one as soon as you get
out of college, so better get used to it. Worn with a skinny tie,
with the collar open and the shirttails hanging out.
Corporate
Mofo T-shirts: Guaranteed to get you laid.
Anything
clean.
2.
Location, Location, Location
If you're
in college, you've got to plan on meeting women in classes. The
thing is, which classes. Do not take Women's Studies classes.
Yes, on the pro side, they are full of chicks. On the con side,
they are full of chicks who despise you for daring to be the bearer
of a penis, and who will reinforce each other's hatred of all things
male.
A far
better choice is a class on poetry, particularly the Romantics.
This can give you the illusion of being deep without having to do
much besides quote old Joy Division lyrics. Classes on the environment
are even better, since they tend to be full of women who like the
outdoors, which means hiking, which means really strong calf muscles.
Just
remember: Isolate her from her radical-feminist sisters, and she'll
soon forget that men are the Enemy.
3.
Conversation
Once
you meet your hippiechick, you've got to talk to her. This can require
some re-education, since trying to impress her with how devoted
you are to the Cause just isn't sexy. Instead of talking about Them,
talk about You and Her. For instance:
Not
this: "Will I see you at the anti-war protest on Sunday?"
But this: "Want a lift to the protest? I've got a van."
Not
this: "I abhor the phallus-centered, patriarchal media.
It only serves to reinforce gender stereotypes."
But this: "Would you like to go see Bowling
for Columbine?"
Not
this: "Pharmaceutical companies are evil. Not only do they
market pills as if they're candy, but they deny AIDS treatments
to the third world."
But this: "I have weed."
Not
this: "I'm an ethical vegetarian. I believe the meat industry
contributes to environmental degradation, to say nothing of the
animal-rights issues."
But this: "Did you know that semen contains 30 essential
vitamins and minerals?"
Not
this: "The culture of the Yucatan is so beautiful. Did
you know they still speak the ancient Mayan language?"
But this: "You wanna see my Chihuahua?"
4.
Transportation
So, you
don't have a car. That's OK: Get a bike. Not a skateboard: Skateboards,
unless you're Tony Hawk, are for 14-year-old kids. A bike, on the
other hand, not only says, "I care about the environment,"
but also, "I have really toned thigh muscles." Just be
sure to get a mountain bike. Street bikes are for pussies.
The problem,
of course, is how to get your honey to the Phish concert without
any transportation. The answer is, if you can't bum a ride or ride
the freedom bus, don't worry about it. After all, if everyone ELSE
went to the protest for the weekend, then the two of you are alone,
aren't you?
5.
Extracurricular activities
Face
it, the majority of hooking up at college happens as a result of
the confluence of alcohol and opportunity. Whereas you might not
be caught dead at a kegger, the equivalent exists for the activist
crowd. Consider inviting some fine young ladies over and hotboxing
your dorm room.
Half
of getting there, though, is not screwing up. Examples: If
you cook dinner, do not grill her a nice thick steak. Stick with
the tofu. Do not ask her if she ever fed Alka-Seltzer to seagulls.
And, for Chrissakes, don't yell "Free Bird!" at an Ani
DiFranco concert when the band asks for requests, or you're likely
to be ripped limb from limb by angry lesbians.
Good
luck!