"Are you going to hook up with someone tonight?

The golden question. My friends ask me this every time we go out, just so that they can keep track of who's going back to the dorms after the party, or who's going home with someone else. The first few weeks of school, my response usually sounded something like "I don't know, maybe."

However, as the weeks carried on and the weather got colder, I found myself turning down boys at parties who groped me or even attempted to approach me. I used the excuses "I have a boyfriend" or "Sorry, I'm sick." Although neither of those was true, I needed to get out of those awkward situations, the ones where boys found it acceptable to grab one of my breasts and squeeze it as if it belonged to them.

Sorry, who raised you?

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a nun. I enjoy sex just as much as the girl next door, but I'm done with mindless hookups. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm worth way, way much more than a boy who won't even remember my name the next morning.

I hate feeling invalidated after all is said and done.

There is nothing worse than having to walk back to your dorm after hooking up with someone that you didn't want to. Plus, isn't it crazy that he didn't even offer to walk you back? Now, there you are, in the cold, wondering why you ever did what you did. Been there, done that.

I shouldn't have to feel like less of who I am for giving my body to someone who doesn't deserve it. To the boys who didn't appreciate my body for the way, it is, goodbye. I enjoy the feeling of knowing my body and my feelings are validated when I'm with someone I love.

My last relationship taught me to value myself.

I learned that sex shouldn't just be a casual thing. Sometimes it's nice to have an emotional connection with someone rather than a one night fling. Being in a relationship made me realize that having sex with someone I emotionally enjoy and also physically connect with will always mean more to me and my body. I enjoy going out on dates, getting to know someone and sharing moments. Maybe this isn't the 1950s anymore, but I know I do not deserve to be thrown around like a chew toy.

Some boys weren't raised right, and I don't want to deal with their disrespect.

If you see me at a party, the last thing you should be doing is reaching over and groping my breasts. Just because I'm wearing a shirt that reveals my body in ways that I like isn't an excuse for you to touch me without my consent. When you're hooking up with someone and they don't respect your body the way you want, it stops feeling good and starts feeling forced. I don't enjoy being disrespected by random boys, especially when I'm aware I'm worth more than this.

My body, my rules.