Word: dated
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...first semester of "Brent's" first year at Harvard. He and his roommate "Dave" had just discovered they shared the same birthday--a date which also happened to fall on Head of the Charles weekend. Brent and Dave spent time planning the party; they let their proctor know in advance it would happen. "At the time," Sam says, "I had the sense Harvard social life was pretty lame. Now I'm just deadened to it." They threw a good party. They served drinks but made sure it didn't get out of control. No property was destroyed...
Romance is in the air, but it seems somewhat lacking in formalized practice. Let us begin with the obvious: do Harvardians date? "Not enough," says Daniel E. Markel '95. "People either meet each other and have one night stands or they immediately start having relationships." Indeed, it frequently seems that one has only two options for romantic interaction: to follow the immortal words of Liz Phair and "fuck and run," or become the extra roommate in the significant other's suite. It's an all or nothing proposition. What's up with that...
People in the Fifties had dates. They called each other before Thursday to schedule Saturday night activities. They got dressed up, they went out to do specific activities, and sometimes they fooled around. Having a date didn't mean you wanted to marry someone, and it didn't mean you wanted to start spending all of your free time together...
...Most of the people I know who go on dates are already having a relationship," laments Raphael D. Sperry '95. "People should definitely go on dates more often; specifically, the people who I'm into should date me more...
...delineations of a date are infinitely problematic. For example, the other night, I somewhat reluctantly accompanied a male friend to the North End for dinner. As we sat in the lounge of a shitty Italian restaurant (I'm allergic to Italian food) waiting for our Formica booth to be ready, we were surrounded by aged alcoholics and squirming children, all of whom were silently and raptly watching golf on the big screen TV (I hate watching golf). In the midst of our stilted and awkward conversation, I was informed, to my surprise, that we were in fact on a date...