From the viewpoint of a typical frosh student straight from the battlefield of life I think it’s rather ridiculous and old-maidish to take a gorgeous looking gal to the dance, wear yourself out for her sake, take her to Wingets for a luscious, “calory-ful” malt and then leave her alone and forsaken on the cold, uninviting steps of the dorm after nothing more than just a casual handshake and a few murmured “thank yous”.