There’s a certain kind of panic that sets in when your phone buzzes at 11:47 PM on a Tuesday. It’s not the panic of a forgotten exam or a missed deadline. It’s worse. It’s the panic that comes from dating the sweetest, most trusting person on a campus full of cynical, sleep-deprived wolves.
I used to try to fix her. I’d grab her arm when she tried to give her spare change to the guy selling “university-branded” umbrellas out of a van. I’d whisper, “He’s not affiliated with the school, Em. That’s a felony.” She’d just smile and say, “Or maybe he’s an entrepreneur!” College Stories. My Girlfriend Is Too Naive--- Free
She still leaves her laptop open in the library when she goes to the bathroom. She still Venmos strangers for “concert tickets” before they hand her the tickets. She still believes that the group project will be different this time. There’s a certain kind of panic that sets