20 Things You Do When You Date a Fraternity Guy

20 Things You Do When You Date a Fraternity Guy

All the annoying things you do when you fall for someone Greek.

It happens to the best of us, in a moment of weakness during a Phi Kappa Psi grab-a-date, you find yourself drawn to a handsome, hilarious and maybe a little raunchy individual. Maybe it’s the way he chugs his beer in 10 seconds without spilling any, like you’re prone to do. Maybe it’s the way he talks about his brothers as if he’s known them his whole life. Maybe it’s the way he looks in his newly embroidered American flag letters. Maybe it wasn’t any of those things, but let’s face it: you fell for a fraternity man, and now...

1. You suddenly have the same knowledge that all of the pledges do. The fraternity colors, how many founders there were, what year they were founded and where, and their famous fraternity slogan. You’d ace that pledge test, if you ever had the patience to actually take it.

2. You low-key don’t like the sororities his exes are in. Sorry not sorry. You’ll donate $5 to their philanthropy, though. For the children.

3. You only call his brothers by the nicknames they were given during pledging. Are you allowed to? Probably not. Even though Lemon Pledge is longer than their actual name.

4. You are always finding stuff to buy for him online. Does he really need flip flops, sunglasses, and a new backpack with his letters on them? Yes. Yes, he does.

5. You know all of the best, juicy gossip. Fraternity boyfriends don’t kiss other girls, but they sure do tell…so yes, you’ve probably heard about what a brother did last night, every single part in excruciating detail. And of course, you'll never tell.

6. You form your own sorority with the other frat girlfriends. It's not your fault that you all tell each other secrets when you get drunk at the house and your boyfriends are too busy playing beer pong. Sometimes you're closer to them than you are with your own sorority sisters.

7. You’ve already thought about how you’re going to ask him to formal. You don’t want to say that glitter, hot wings, and balloons won’t be involved, but they could be.

8. You get overly excited when their chapter meets milestones and wins awards. 2015 third place football champs four years in a row? Congratulations! Good work out there, boys!

9. You call his fraternity family by “Big,” “Little,” and “Gbig.” Okay, they’re not actually your Big, Little, or GBig, but they pretty much are. Although that could border on incestuous. Let’s not think about it too much.

10. You’ve started to actually like beer. Obviously vodka is still the first choice here, but you realized that it’s cheaper to drink the beer cans at the frat house than it is to go out and get a mixed drink. It may even be healthier. Who knows.

11. You walk into the frat house and your wifi automatically connects. Sometimes you’re there hours before the party and end up doing your homework, sending important emails, and sending snapchats.

12. You visit their fraternity house at another school. You wish your Greek Row was like theirs, or that you even had a Greek Row. #smallschoolproblems

13. You talk to anyone you see in public if they’re wearing his fraternity letters. Wait they’re a Phi Kappa Psi? Your boyfriend is a Phi Kappa Psi!! LIVE EVER DIE NEVER, BRO. (Also, props if he's a celebrity and you can make him do a hand sign. Famous frat boys are everything.)

14. You set up your sorority sisters on blind dates with his brothers. No date to formal? Don’t worry! It’s like their own personal version of the Bachelorette!

15. You know how to get into the frat house without a key. This is both helpful when sneaking both in and out of the frat house. Although, most of the time, the front door is unlocked anyway.

16. You get really defensive of your territory at the fraternity parties. Those girls are here? Who invited them? They only want to show up, drink all the alcohol, and leave. Ugh.

17. You’ve become a cooler painting expert. Sand, prime, paint, seal, booze, repeat. The best part? Making his other brothers jealous of your masterpiece.

18. You’ve been running a campaign for sweetheart, pledge mom, and unofficial house mom for months. They'll vote for you because you'll make them cookies for meeting, bring them booze when they run out, and because you love all of them. Also, America. Do it for America.

19. You hint that you want a Lavalier with his letters for the upcoming holiday. You hate wearing jewelry. Wait, there’s jewelry with his letters on it? And it's sparkly? YOU HAVE TO HAVE IT.

20. Even when you’re alumna from your sorority, you’re always coming back and visiting. You better still be invited to the next Spring formal. #sorrynotsorry

So, really, we're not that annoying. Our behavior is justified; our boyfriend is awesome, and his organization is awesome. But don't get me started on my sorority sisters.

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Despite What Their Instagram Shows, No One's Life Is Picture Perfect

A picture may be worth a thousand words, but a mere photo can never tell the whole story.

Scrolling through my Instagram feed, I can't help but be jealous of my friends or of the various bloggers and celebrities that I follow. I mean, it's hard not to envy them — how could I ever compare with their pristine and perfect lives? Social media depression is a thing, and it haunts me all the time.

I constantly have to ask myself if these people even have any problems in their lives. Why my life can't be as put-together as theirs? Am I the only person facing obstacles?

We say many lies, whether to ourselves or to others, whether big or small. Social media provides an ideal platform to perfect these lies and to create an appearance of perfection. For me, this means making my Instagram feed, Facebook timeline and Snapchat stories look as flawless as possible. After all, I feel obligated to have a perfect social media presence, especially after observing what others post.

The moment of realization really hit me, however, when I saw stumbled upon a friend of a friend of a friend's Facebook profile. He was an attractive star musician with a loving family and circle of friends. As far as I could glean from his timeline, his life was perfect. A great girlfriend, excellent academics, talented at the cello — all ingredients to a successful life. However, as I read the comments on his most recent photos, I realized that he had just recently committed suicide. That got me thinking, if someone's life truly were perfect, why would they kill themselves?

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Slowly, I came to the conclusion that I was not alone in my worries. Because despite the perfect photoshoots or the exotic travels, people were dealing with problems, same as I was. Because despite the extravagant shopping trips or the ideal friends and family, no one's life is perfect.

An old idiom comes to mind that perfectly describes this situation — don't judge a book by its cover. Or in this case, don't judge someone's life by what their social media looks like. After all, in this time and age, social media is essentially a way of "catfishing" other people into believing that someone's life is perfect when really it is just the moment captured in the photo that was perfect. I'll admit, my real life is a far cry from the one I carefully construct on social media. But it's time for me to accept that no one's life is perfect, despite their Twitter posts, Facebook albums or Instagram posts. Yes, a picture may be worth a thousand words, but a mere photo can never tell the whole story.
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Why Are We Afraid Of Our Fellow Man?

And Other Daily Ruminations

So, if I could, I’d love instead to title this piece, “7 Reasons Why We Are Afraid Of Our Fellow Man.” But I don’t have the answers. In fact, I simply wonder how our society has become the way it is… and maybe, if we can answer this question, we can start looking into answering, “Well, then, what can we maybe do to change things?”

So… wait, what was I going on about again? Ah, right. Our fellow man. Well, as tends to occur, I had another revelation making my way across our beautiful campus today. I was minding my own business, listening to something nice on my wireless and marching along when I began to take notice of the life around me. As I have mentioned in previous articles — I meditate. And if there’s one thing that meditation teaches you it’s to be aware of the present — the sun on your face, the wind caressing your skin, and the thousands of people around you creating that beautiful hustle and bustle that is life.

Well, today, for the first time, I didn’t see that hustle and bustle. I saw a thousand different humans, all with aspirations and families and stories. Humans who woke up with a dream, or maybe today were too tired to dream. The thing is, today, I zoomed in. I started to take note of their expressions. Eyes straight forward, lips sealed. Eyes straight downward, phone in hand -zoned out. Everyone in their own little bubble. Bubbles aren’t bad — I like bubbles. But what is bad is that that bubble is a shield. Walking around, people don’t smile at each other — in fact, they do just about everything to avoid each other’s glances. The only time someone talks to you is either if they know you or to complement your ass. It’s sad.

I remember in high school, you’re always hyper aware of what people think of you. How you look in relation to them, the differences in your speech, your popularity, your family fortune (what fortune? lol). But we’re not in high school anymore. The problem is, at this point, elevator conversations no longer exist. Random friendships made in the street no longer really…exist. We all share at least one mutual friend… our “smart”phone which has done just about everything but make us smart. In no sense do I under-appreciate technology and all it has done for us, but I also cannot ignore that a detrimental repercussion does exist.

I don’t know about you, but I feel that it’s quite wrong that I feel strange publicly starting off into space to enter thought, rather than staring down at my phone to enter Instagram. We’re slowly becoming less human, I think - seeking connection less - now that we coexist comfortably with a telephone is never gonna judge us. We’ve found an easy way out of awkward elevator rides with strangers, of where to look when we walk, but I feel that if anything, the phone has completely hidden from our view the real solution here — to stop being so damn afraid of that spontaneous glance or conversation.

It’s beautiful to walk around and realize that each person you pass has a life of their own, dreams of their own. It’s beautiful to share a smile and maybe even make their day. It’s amazing to make a new friend simply because you ended up riding the same elevator. Stop being so afraid that someone’s going to judge you. If they do, they’re not even worth your thought because they’re immature, and for your information, probably a thousand times more self conscious than you are.

Make friends — I urge you. And I don’t mean on Tinder. Talk to people. There are so, so many incredible individuals out there that have a lot more in common with you than you think, and like you, are probably just scared to start a conversation. Life really becomes beautiful when you actually allow yourself to experience it.

So start doing it. Get out there. Live! And don’t be afraid to start a conversation with an interesting stranger because

“Those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.” -Bernard Baruch-

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