College Guide to Man Creatures 101

My younger brothers, the twins, have just taken their first plunge into the great NeverNeverLand for young adults: College. They've never lived out of state, unless you count the two years in England they spent serving as missionaries for our church, which I don't.

This has thrown me into a reminiscent mood, and so I was recounting to yet another brother the many categories of Male that exists on a college campus. I realized that this information went somewhat wasted because a) this particular brother is 16 and concerned with only music, water polo and his "6 pack," and b) this could be some beautiful heedings to the twins, but the target audience mistakenly thinks that because they're out of state they have some kind of immunity to my wisdoms. They really ought to know better.

So in the spirit of Back To School Fever, and for the benefit of my brothers -- who may or may not fall in some of the offending categories to follow -- and for all single ladies who are hitting the books this year, I give you some highlights of the wide variety of Male I came to recognize. (Disclaimer: I went to BYU. So . . . maybe not the normal variety of men you'd find on other campuses. In fact, I believe there was a ditty that went something like "BYU: Where the girls are girls and the boys are too." Ah well - embrace the quirks, you know?)

And now to the safari!

The Lingerer

Known for either his bad manners or complete obliviousness of the time, The Lingerer is the guy who makes himself comfy on your couch and stays. And stays and stays. Really long past the customary hour of when friends go back to their own lodgings. It seems as though this unwillingness to leave is not connected to anything in particular. It doesn't matter what the weather is like outside, if it's ESPN or the Lifetime channel on, whether it's only you at home or there are 35 guests over including your beefy uncles -- none of that makes any difference.

Hints like "Oh my is already 2:30? I have to be up in 5 hours!" have no effect on him. No, with The Lingerer the only suitable approach is honesty. "Dude. It's really late/time for class/my normal primping hour. I'm going to bed/leaving for my bio lab/going to my great aunt's wedding. Therefore, you must go home."

Typically The Lingerer is harmless. Sometimes he might even be a good friend. So remember -- you can be kind, but be DIRECT.


The Mooch
Mooches come in all forms, but the most common among dorms and apartments are the breed He Will Be Chummy With You So It Won't Seem So Rude When He Asks You For Things type. He'll shout Hi! and wave on campus, ruffle your hair and put an arm around your shoulders when you pass each other. He might even give you a nickname. But you aren't really friends. The only time you "hang out" is when he comes around to ask for something. Maybe he's a tool, but usually not. The fact is, he either came to school with only a backpack and a toothbrush, or he's a real tight wad.

The most obvious offense of The Mooch is finagling food from you. He'll come to hang out at your place, notice the pillows on your couch (if you're fortunate enough to live off-campus) or the IKEA bedspread and closet organizer (if you . . . get that opportunity to live in dorms), and make the connection that you are Prepared For Life and must therefore have a great stockpile of food. You are, of course, a nice human, so you offer him a cold beverage from your mini-fridge or some toast and applesauce. And that cinches it. Your fate is sealed as the Giver Of Food, and that's just the beginning. Next he'll be "borrowing" your favorite writing pens, your shampoo, your vacuum, your textbooks. All the while systematically draining you of everything from your fresh produce to those nasty fish flavored crackers that might have been there when you first moved in.

There are different theories on how to best break the mooching, but my advice would be to enact a Closed Cupboard policy and only meet him in the library. Or cafeteria, if it's not on your dime.

The Gamer
These guys are often distinguishable by their Pale Bordering On Jaundice palor, the wearing of tennis shoes with all outfits, and common usage of words like "gib" and "scimitar" and "debuff." There are such things as Closet Gamers though, so these signs aren't always so palpable. Typically Gamers stick to themselves, but usually are more than willing to share their extensive knowledge of medieval military tactics and sword parries and feudal uprisings should you ever feel the fancy to ask.

And should you start dating a nice boy who wears dark wash jeans and uses moisturizer, only to be shocked two weeks later when you realize he's a Closet Gamer -- well, your only real options are: live in denial, make patience your best virtue, embrace the World of Warcraft, or turn tail and run.

The Gift From God To All Females
It's hard to know if TGFGTAF poses a real threat. Certainly there are those who do, and you can't put enough distance between their raised trucks and Axe-drenched bodies and yourself. Usually it's wise to err on the side of caution, so have your mace handy in the event your niceness is perceived as an Invitation For Naughtiness.

The rest of TGFGTAF aren't malicious, but what they lack in malevolence they make up for in obnoxiousness. He will either completely disregard you, because you don't look like his Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader Ex-Girlfriend, or he will attempt to collect you as one of his admirers. If the latter -- Beware! TGFGTAF is known to be charming, good looking, and probably exudes twice the amount of pheromones as your normal male.

Hey may compliment your lovely smile or great hair cut, but what he really loves to do is compliment himself. Usually through some self-deprecating humor that really ISN'T. His ego is bigger than the American southwest. He won't ever call you with any kind of question you'd for sure know the answer to, or just to say hey, or even when he sees that old man in shorty-shorts roller skating down the road even though he knows you'd really appreciate that sight.

Unless you want some convenient arm candy to get back at your Ex who just dumped you for no good reason, it's best to let TGFGTAF have the love affair with his own reflection.

The Granola Bar
He might not be Bear Grylls, but Granola Bar makes the term "outdoorsy" an understatement. He's the neighbor you noticed right away because the only thing you saw him carry to and from his old Subaru was camping gear and Nalgene bottles.

The Granola Bar is the nice guy who is always busy doing something. He's never too busy to talk to you about his new plans for recycling though. Or to offer you some of the "delicious" organic whole bran protein fiber bars he just discovered. He is always considerate enough to ask if you'd like to go with him and some friends camping next weekend, or on that thousand mile bike race through the desert, or to a water conservation seminar. And when he brings over some vegan cous-cous that you once mentioned you'd like to try, the topics of eastern philosophy and the American cattle industry are sure to come up.

The Granola Bar is always an adventure and definitely worth befriending, even if you are an Indoors Person Who Likes A Good Hamburger.


The Renaissance Man

Much like illusive White Stag of fairy tales, The Renaissance Man is a fascinating rarity that requires a hunt. He is the ultimate dabbler. Perhaps you'll sit next to him in ceramics and label him as the artsy type. Or have him as your accounting TA and assume he's a 20 year old version of your dad. And then as you get to know him it's like SURPRISE! He slyly checked multiple boxes on the Preferred Stereotype list, because he wasn't happy with just one or two.

Renaissance Man is the guy you come to adore, but also secretly kind of hate. Because he makes you and every other human look like ultra-lazy dolts who waste away their lives by sitting on the La-Z-Boy eating Hostess cupcakes and talking about Kim Kardashian's latest fashion blunder. He probably plays hockey and tennis, is majoring in political science and minoring in calculus, teaches evening cooking classes, has hiked Everest twice, reads everything voraciously, speaks four languages, has an upcoming internship with a firm on Wall Street, displays his post-modern paintings at the local art gallery, never takes his car to a mechanic since he can fix it himself, plays the piano and the violin, and is currently designing his own photo editing software.

Let's face it -- he's a different breed of human. But certainly one that will always be good to have on speed dial in case you suddenly find yourself in the Cash Cab and need to make a call to a friend on that one stumper of a question that only the creatively genius well-rounded humans know the answer to.


'Tis but a taste from the Melting Pot Of Men, I know. But it would take another 10 years to go through them all. Any particular treasures you have stumbled upon that should be added? Do tell. I love me a good laugh at the many Manmories of college life.