Growing up, I was the kind of kid who practically inhaled each and every issue of magazines like Cosmopolitan and Seventeen. I loved the fashion editorials. I loved the “scandalous” reader stories (which don’t actually seem all that interesting or ridiculous compared to some of the shit you guys send us). I loved the sex tips, despite eventually realizing 95% of them were repeated several times throughout the year (“GRAB HIS BALLS WITH ICE IN HAND” and whatnot). With magazine articles as my guide, I learned how to look, talk, fuck and date… poorly.
The idea of “dating rules” stuck with me for a long time. I believed until I was in my mid- to late-teens that there were things you simply did not do, as well as ones that you had to, and that not abiding by these standards would mean you’d wind up alone forever. In particular, the notion of how to make people like you by behaving scarce, also known as “playing hard to get.”
Check out the full Gloss feature for more on my ridiculously banal dating life…and a stupid koi pun.