Probably dating back to the founding of one of America's first universities and Puritan playground, Harvard College in 1636. My tragicomic experiences and their experiences clearly and without equivocation, prove hooking up was the rage during that time. Most Thursdays, the students would dress in their academic robes, sip sherry and have High Tea. She straightened her chemise and informed me that it was fun, but she had to return to her bio-chem lab report. For the first time in my life, I felt objectified, exoticized and sexualized. One night Fazia, an Egyption woman and I were prepping for a quiz in our Middle East government course, in Fazia's room.
And that we poor naïve innocent schmucks were mere pawns and sexual playthings for our more sexually-driven and aggressive Radcliffe classmates. And engage in sophisticated chit chat with the Master, his wife, Lowell House professors and various notable guests, (judges, lawyers, academics, diplomats) who dropped in to share with us their world-weary experience. Perhaps for a brief moment like Eternity Martis who wrote in Huffington Post, "Why I Don't Sleep with White Guys". The next moment Fazia, a strict Muslim Egyptian woman, from the finest Arab family this side of the Nile, is stepping out of her loose skirt and is revealing the most wondrous bod. She had never known before, a young man with my Hebraic background, let alone slept with the enemy. Before I knew it, she had tunneled under my defences, breached my Wailing Wall and took me all the way to Tel Aviv and back. On another occasion, in senior year, a Radcliffe sophomore and I were doing a joint English literature project, in her room. And play the gamekeeper in "Lady's Chatterley's Lover." She sprawled face down on her bed. And silently thanked Harvard for insisting that I expand my core curriculum outside of Government to include English Literature. Or I would have not appreciated the literary reference. Lastly, my roommate Mark had similar "hooking up" flings with Radcliffe women.
The emotional games they play are destructive to a woman’s self esteem. Once you’re ‘in’ and have their true love and respect, they begin to mature (a little). Or is it the undeniable intensity that accompanies every interaction?
And once they get what they want, marriage is pretty much off the table all together. I had very little in common with American men and those located in Kuwait were generally wrapped up with runaway maids. And though Kuwaiti men have a reputation for cheating on their wives with their girlfriends, and their girlfriends with the neighbor, and the neighbor with the hooker, there is a sense of loyalty only seen with true love. Is it our common behavior which results in the attraction?
And it wasn’t just a select few every now and then, it was as if a trip to the local Starbucks was more like a photo-shoot at Playgirl… It wasn’t just me standing around wide-eyed and drooling.
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