Truly there is no better time to have a special girl or guy than springtime, and specifically during the brain-buzz that is Spring Weekend. For those of us whose significant other consists of a bottle of bourbon and a Videobox subscription, it's easy to fall into a spiral of bitterness and political conservatism at the sight of "happy" couples in pastels.
But I urge you to avoid seething over love lost (or never had) and instead appreciate beautiful things for what they are. These include attractive single hipster girls who have come out of the woodwork and finally lost the mom jeans, single bookish girls who finally got that expensive haircut and threw on their one sundress that shows some cleavage, and single French girls lighting each other's cigarettes on Faunce steps. Appropriate hand-holding and even smooching (between well-dressed couples) are also appreciated, and can remind us of what good may be left in this empty world. That said, I reserve the right to waterboard overzealous practitioners of the PDA.
To those who find themselves in a relationship, it's easy to forget how lucky you are when you're surrounded by the bacchanalia that is spring at Brown, but there really is no better time to share the experience with someone whose lasting impact on you will consist of more than a trashcan full of puke and an awkward Health Services visit.
