Life is full of steps (high school, college, 20's, mid-life, retirement, etc), and you should not date guys on the next step - they are at a new stage in life. Once a guy hits a step, he only dips down because he is damaged or can't convince women in his own step to date him. This is why its creepy for a college guy to date a high schooler, and why a 30 year old should not be dating a college student. It may sounds condescending to the lower stepper, but it is absolutely true and time-proven through empirical evidence.
He makes a fair point, and insists I should date a nice bio major I'd meet in Downstein, but there are no nice bio majors here, no straight ones, at least, and even if there were they'd maintain my interest for approximately three days. This is New York. There are no nice, uncomplicated college boys in New York. There are no uncomplicated people in New York. Every one of us came to New York because we are all fundamentally broken in some profound way and we thought moving to the city would fix us. It actually just made us worse, more depressed and anxious and self-conscious, so we are all fumbling around yes, doing normal things like eating Chinese food and watching the Oscars, but also hurting each other in these irreparable, obscene ways because we are all at our cores atypically flimsy. 21 is really not all that different from 15. So we fuck and fuck up and nothing good comes out of it except a tenous film of warm, glowing memories that sit in the pit of your stomach at 3am when you are reading Philip Levine.
And then there is the cliched, oft-discussed problem of how NYU is 70% girls, and of those 30% boys, the grand majority of them are gay. And so that tiny sliver of straight boys becomes so driven by their own narcissism, so aroused by the concept of themselves and the fact that they can--and usually do--sleep with any straight NYU female they want, regardless of the fact that she is "out of their league" or "fucking bangin'" when indeed they are "just your average joe," gets so frustrating to the female population that we just give up and resign ourselves to a cat-filled existence. We know this. We are reminded of this every day. I'm pretty sure WSN has even written about this but I wonder if it ever gets any less frustrating?
The alternative to this exaggerated strife is that we become determined to explore the city at large, that vast expanse of douche bags and assholes, the sexually stunted and the emotionally bankrupt; and eventually we end up settling, because what young woman hasn't settled at one point in her life? And we finally relax into our paralyzing masochism, dating guys too old or too mean or too drunk for us, and convincing ourselves that we are happy, we are so happy to not be alone that it doesn't matter that he'd rather make you cry than make you cum. It doesn't matter because girl, you are in love.
...or is that just me?