And one majorly important BONUS tip!
Some girls say that Halloween is the one night of the year when it’s acceptable to dress like a slut.
The rest of us know that every weekend is an excuse to flaunt our assets to get free drinks.
(Unless of course, you love attending themed parties … in which case, dressing up is common.)
Halloween gives us the opportunity to express our alter-egos while releasing our inner sex addict.
Men are given that same opportunity … but unfortunately, their alter egos are often much weirder, awkward, and certainly not sexy.
Guys barely know how to dress themselves in the morning, let alone pre-plan an acceptable outfit for Halloween. I want a man in uniform, complete with washboard abs, pecs, and biceps big enough to lift me out of my stilettos. Instead, I get the guy dressed up as a breathalyzer with a tube that says “Blow Me" — and probably a drink spilled all over him.
These are the nights we all look back on and wish we could forget years down the line.
But alas, those Facebook pictures live on, and each year, your girlfriends will remind you of that one night you went home with the guy whose face you could barely see, and whose body should’ve remained hidden by his over-sized costume.
To avoid this, here are 3 types of guys you must avoid when you're out partying for Halloween Weekend:
1. Guys dressed as girls.
I love when a guy is comfortable enough with his sexuality to embrace his feminine side. In fact, I fully support any man who will sacrifice his comfort and masculinity to temporarily experience what it’s like to be a woman. But, as appealing as his Marilyn Monroe costume is to my lesbian side, I really don’t need his tissue-stuffed tits to fall out on my back during doggy style.
If I reach to pull his hair, and pull off his wig instead, I’m literally going to vomit. Just the fact that it’s slowly bobbing off his head is nauseating.
Many aspects of this scenario concern me, especially the fact that he not only shaved his pubes (which is highly appreciated), but went the extra mile to shave his legs as well.
A night like this will only leave me wondering, just whom is it that he’s attracted to ... and how did he learn how to walk in high heels?
2. Guys in face paint.
Every year, it seems that some of the hottest guys choose to dress up as the most gruesome characters they can conceive of.
Whether they’re a zombie, blood-soaked serial killer, or the Joker from Batman, guys love to make themselves look horrifyingly disgusting. Make up is rarely attractive on males, but this face painting phenomena takes the catastrophe to a higher level.
The idea that he’s a rebel and went the extra mile to complete your costume is admirable. However, as soon as we start making out, all the shit that was once on his face will be smeared all over mine. I don’t need the entire party to know that we’ve been hooking up on the dance floor for the last 5 songs, nor do I want to walk home in the morning looking like a scene from Dawn of the Dead.
God forbid there’s oil in that paint. I’ll be cursing this night all November as I break out violently and wear huge sunglasses to hide my shame.
3. Guys dressed as your childhood cartoon characters.
I’m all about reminiscing the 90’s. In fact, I’d love nothing more than to make out with a Will Smith look-a-like, or even Jazzy Jeff, this year. But let’s be honest, loving the 90’s should only go so far. As soon as a guy reaches back to toddler hood for his inspiration, I’m done.
Dressing as any infancy idol, such as Barney or the Teletubbies is strictly prohibited. Not only are these costumes totally nonfunctional for dancing, but the guy wearing it is probably sweating like a pig inside. Don’t be fooled by semi-cartoon characters either, no matter how sexy that individual may seem in the black light. His Where’s Waldo costume is all fun and games at the party, but not when your friends start spotting him on campus, and he truly looks like McLovin’.
Unfortunately, Teletubbies are even more horrifying when in a group.
And finally, if last year taught me anything ...
Bonus Tip: Puking is NOT any prettier with a tiara on.
This year, I’ll hold off on that one last chug from the Franzia bag and thank myself in the morning for not waking up with a ruined pink dress, one lace glove, and a matted down mess where my perfectly curled hair used to be.
Happy Halloween hookups. It’s time to get Hallo-weird!
This article was originally published at SluttyGirlProblems.com. Reprinted with permission from the author.