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So the guy sitting behind you in calc class drools as he sleeps through lecture. The drunk guys at frat parties keep inviting you up to the roof to ‘enjoy the view’. And the only guy who comes anywhere near meeting your dating standards is taken. We’ve all been there—when you’re quite sure the only eligible bachelors exist in Jane Austen novels.

We need to talk.

When you were but a wee lass of no more than five or six years old, I'm sure your parents told you many little fibs to make their lives that much easier:

"Be a good little girl, or Santa won't give you any presents for Christmas."

"Eat your vegetables, or you won't grow up big and strong like Mommy and Daddy."