The Bowdoin Orient

Here I sit on a Wednesday afternoon, with a Corona in hand in honor of Cinco de Mayo and senioritis, hoping I will figure out what to write about rather quickly so I can get back to trying to get Lenz elected. I feel a little pressure, you know, this being my last column and all.

So BowdoinMatch has been out for over a week now and everyone's changed their answers a million times to see how many people they can get onto their lists, but I'm still hearing all over campus "Dude, I don't know any girls on my list!" or "He is on my list? But he's such a dork!"

Polar Bears be warned, procrastination has a new name: BowdoinMatch. Perhaps you've been living under a rock this week? Allow me to explain. Bowdoin has signed up to receive what amounts to an internet dating service.

Perhaps it's the warmer weather bringing skimpier clothes. Or maybe the sunny days give everyone a more attractive glow. In any case, it seems that at Bowdoin, romance flourishes along with the flowers come springtime.

At a small college like Bowdoin where everybody knows everybody else, dating becomes more than just two people liking each other-it becomes a campus-wide affair. Your coaches, your professors, your teammates, your friends all get involved. Especially your friends.