Lovers and Friends: How They Met

This semester, narrative journalism has appeased the pleasures that come with "soft news" or what I like to call flowery writing. Imagery, says vs. said quotes, scene setters, physical descriptions. Confronted with the angle of happy love, this story tells readers how Bushra Mollick met Joe Damiani.

Bushra Mollick remembers strolling into a Media Law class at Stony Brook University  – as usual, she was low on energy and high on caffeine – a year and half ago. Her walk-ins caught the attention of 19-year-old classmate Joe Damiani.

“It was the dresses she wore stumbling into class all the time,” says Damiani, a six-foot, seven-inch sophomore.

What's Love Got to Do with It?

Oh love, what would we do without you? Love is complicated, it's intense, it makes us do really fun, wild, thoughtless things and it makes us do really compassionate, caring things.

But mostly, really crazy things.

Welcome to our Manless World

Hello blogosphere, internet users, middle-aged moms, college students, single dads, teachers, lawyers, astronauts, etc. We are the XY Girls.  This is our home, our space to reflect, dwell, bash, trash and vent about all things masculine and man-related going on in our lives.

We crossed paths a year ago, and found a similar creative vein in our written expression, as well as the fact that neither of us understand men.  Our frustrations united most of our conversations and with some laughter and a light bulb this idea was formed.

To be clear, this isn't the place for hate.  Hate is a very strong word and being straight (young) females in America, who probably will, one day in the EXTREMELY far future, end up married, we can't say we hate men. 

But here is a list of the following that can be used to describe them:   abhor, abominate, despise, detest, laothe, disapprove, disdain, deplore...you get the picture.

This is however, our attempt to not only explain why we feel this way about men, but also share our experiences with them in some self-therapy attempt (also, seeing as we're both writers, kinda trying to find our personal writing voice as well).

So, that being said: buckle up, let our journey entertain you, and maybe get some clarity in your own life as we ride the wave that is The XY.

Easy Come, Easy Go

Neither baggy jeans nor limp-walking suit Ahmed. Unlike the majority of 20 somethings in New York City, Ahmed carries a poise that doesn't include spewing curse words at women. He's the minority.

Standing at 6 feet and 3 inches talls, Ahmed sticks his chin in and tucks his hands - away from his face - deep in his front pockets. I admired him from afar. With sharp cheek bones and a mystique ambiance, Ahmed resembled a hungry village man - tall in statute; slim in the waist. He also looked like an African model bearing the deepest shade of chocolate.

Ahmed because he didn't seek attention. Just like me - had somewhat of a quiet confidence.

Murmuring thoughts aloud was the closest I came to expressing my feelings. At a school tasting event in 2011, Ahmed waited online for a plate of food - in the same crouch-like position - he appeared to be at first sight.