And You Thought He Was The Perfect Man…
Morgan Roper
You’re boyfriend is picture of Penn perfection: Pre-Med, tutors 4th graders in West Philly, takes you on beautifully thoughtful dates all over Philadelphia, said “I love you” first and throws it down in the bedroom. For two years, you are “that perfect couple,” the Victoria and David Beckham of the University of Pennsylvania. You get to sit in silence as your girlfriends complain about their trifling/cheating/gay/non-existent boyfriends, knowing that yours is DA BOMB. Until….BAM! You walk into his room and he’s boning your sorority sister. And you thought he was the good guy.
This past semester, I have received many a tearful phone call from many a girlfriend, revealing the indiscretion that has ruined the “perfect” relationship with her “perfect” man. My friend, Claire, who goes to U. Arizona had been dating her “perfect” boyfriend, Benny, for a year and three months. On Valentine’s Day, after eating the delicious meal that Claire had prepared, Benny fell asleep on Claire’s couch as his iPhone lay on the table. Because it wouldn’t stop ringing, she went to switch it off, when a myriad of tawdry texts from “Koria”—pronounced “Korea.” Classy, right?—flashed on the screen. It was later revealed that Koria was indeed his mistress, a girl so trashy she should have been grinding the pole at that strip club under Chili’s.
Jenny and Andrew had been dating for three years. Though he went to U. Wisconsin and she was a Penn Quaker, they managed to keep the relationship going strong. They spent every break together and went to visit each other at their respective schools. They were oh so in love. Or so she thought. Two weeks ago, she got a phone call: “I’m having doubts.” Their three year relationship has now been flushed down the crapper over “doubts” that still haven’t been explained. Clearly, no one’s perfect, but these boys who may appear to be hubby-material might be worse than the one’s who seem like douchebags! If the good ones are bad and the bad ones are bad, I think I might consider pulling a Lindsay Lohan and switching teams.
While I know this can be true — from personal experience, no less — PLEASE don’t. Such “perfect” relationships often had glaring issues that one or both parties chose to ignore for the sake of “bliss.”
A post like this just encourages the hordes of bitter and lonely women (and men) at this school to continue to hate on and doubt the few people in relationships at Penn.
maybe that mr. wrong was paired with ms. wrong. this story is one sided, and the author seems to have tunnel vision. this story makes women seem like they are always the innocent ones. quick question, why do the girls always come back if shit like this does happens? maybe because they know in the back of their head…they are the same way.