We started off at a house on Rosemary Street. While we were there, I noticed that one guy was especially quiet. Every now and then he'd laugh at a joke or say a few words to one of his friends. Other than that, he just sat, smiling, on the couch wearing a Superman T-shirt and jeans.
Then, about 20 minutes into our walk down Franklin Street, a girl in a sexed-up nurse's uniform grabbed him, and they started making out. After a few minutes they went their ways, and our group moved on.
I know that Halloween brings out all sorts of unusual behavior in people. The whole event is about inverting the normal order of things. We can dress up as people we'd never dare to be any other night and play completely different roles.
We can scream, party and wear scandalous clothing on Franklin Street without really even drawing attention to ourselves.
And yet, though students in Chapel Hill seem to kiss strangers on Halloween more than any other time, it's certainly not limited to that night.
On one hand, who's to say it's bad? It's harmless. It's kissing, just kissing.
So many people do so much worse. And yet some people say it's wrong. It's cheap -- just a cleaner, safer version of sleeping around. The people who do it are "virgin sluts," good girls and boys trying to act bad but avoid guilt. Besides, just in terms of germs, it's a little gross.
Other people say it's not wrong, exactly, but empty -- no real potential for a relationship, no sincere closeness to the other person, not much emotion involved.
These points sound true, but they also sound like the reasons people give for doing it. First of all, it's deviance with safety. It happens in a public place. Nothing too scary or serious can happen. If the person takes things too far, simply walk away. If he turns out to be a jerk or just not so interesting and good looking after all, nothing much has been lost.