Hi. My name is Mariah, and I am addicted to iced coffee, gossip and apparently swiping right on boys who suck at pickup lines. Last week, a Tinder match asked me if I would “ruin his life.” Not very unique, but it was followed by a new one: “in my experience, girls with cute bangs are a little crazy.” When your hairstyle has boys commenting on your sanity, you know you live in State College.
This brief exchange did get the wheels turning in my brain. I was talking to my friends about the line between normal behavior and utter insanity when it comes to boys. We were laughing and trading stories about all of the ridiculous things we’ve done — the things you can only utter to your very best friends — to get a boy’s attention. Then suddenly, my roommate turned to me and said, in the most heartfelt and sincere way, “are we… crazy?” It was enough to make us go quiet for a moment. You see, it’s all fun and games until you really start to think about it.
My group of friends and I have recently found ourselves in the strange predicament of the “talking” stage. The thing about not having a label is that you also don’t have a clue what the other person is thinking. It’s torture and has left all of us in a consistently delicate state. “Why didn’t he text me back?”, “I bet he’s just bored and not that into me” and the famous, “is he talking to other girls?” have all plagued my mind the last few weeks. I can’t ask him these questions, because admitting you care — that would move past crazy and right into the “unhinged” department. To sort through my newfound fragility, I posted a question on my private story.
My prompt for this week was simple: what is the craziest thing you have done for a man’s attention? The answers? Well… those were just impressive.
My personal favorite was, “drank beer at a tailgate,” with just “drank a beer” coming in as a close second. I had girls send me stories about social media sleuthing, driving past their guy’s house at four in the morning, blacking out at parties and even dancing with their friends to see if they were jealous. I’ve inherited most of my crazy tendencies from movies. What can I say? The “Aquamarine” bike scene was genius, and “Legally Blonde” is my gospel.
When it comes to talking, how far are you willing to go to get crowned with the holy grail title of girlfriend? And more importantly, how far should you go?
I personally have fallen victim to the lure of the dreaded “situationship” — when you know how you feel, but are afraid a slight breeze could sway the other person to never think about you again. It only makes sense that those feelings would manifest in less-than-healthy ways. I think that when you’re in your twenties and like someone, it’s easier to be crazy than to own up to how you feel. And it’s possible that I am a little nuts, bangs and all. But maybe that’s part of the fun of all of this.
I would love to hear all of your twisted tales! DM us, @VALLEYmag, on Instagram, and fill us in!