My campus was rather unusual in that all of the dorms were still same-sex since the school was private and relatively conservative.At the beginning of the year I would sit down with the girls and go over dorm rules and answer any questions they might have.
Her biggest need at this time was permission from an adult to break up with this young man since she wasn't getting it from peers or parents.
Once armed with this permission, she ended the relationship, her depression ended, and she became a much happier young lady.
One by one these girls came to me, after only a few months at college, wrestling with the desire of their new college boyfriends to be physical with them. Unfortunately, by the end of first semester, nearly all of them had become sexually active and were now nursing broken hearts, unplanned pregnancies or STDs, and were left with the question of how to cope with dating experiences gone awry.
By the end of second semester these boyfriends had already broken up with the girls whose virginity they had taken and were pursuing other girls.
Our marriage date marked for me almost five and one half years since I stopped dating, a decision I made at aged 23. Dating became a rather disheartening and shallow way of finding a mate, and so I made a rather unprecedented decision to stop.