The Art Grad School Stupid Archetype

The Art Grad School Stupid Archetype

Bad at Sports has realized that society is doomed and is now accepting applications for it’s Ayn Randian compound in the mountains where we will build a new society cleansed of the truly icky.

This week, the Art-School Grad Student who’s sleeping around: 26, female, Upper East Side, straight, single.

1:50 a.m.: Making out with Tattoo Guy. Have bad spins. Tell him I need water and to sober up before hooking up again. He gives me a line of his own stuff.

10 a.m.: Know this is going to be one hell of week as feeling in love with Tattoo Guy, and now super-depressed. Make appointment with school shrink.

11:30 p.m.: In bathroom, I notice prescription bottle. Shouldn’t look, but who wouldn’t? Suddenly sick-feeling. Valtrex. Shit. Could I have contracted from five-minute intercourse with condom?