The ACB tackles hooking up at Wes:
It’s usually, “I stare-fucked the shit out of this guy in that NSM I’m taking, but I never talked to him…I wonder if he noticed me…I better drink until I feign confidence.” To which the guy responds, “I’m so bad at meeting girls, but she seems so confident, and it kinda seems like she’s into me. I better go for it before she realizes I’m rubbish.”
Awkward sex ensues, then confusing signals from both sides as to whether or not it should remain physical or become a relationship, before both fall apart and then future interactions are superficially friendly with a deep reservoir of mutual self-hatred just below the surface.
Welcome to single life at Wesleyan University.