What makes a fraternity party? Great music, booze (for the legal, of course), shenanigans, and of course, lovely ladies. It is parties like these where you take a step back to get a bigger picture of the whole situation. A situation where the different type of girls you meet at each party seem to resemble a certain pattern. A pattern that you see turn into a fact as you move from one to the other and learn their stories.
The party is well under way; you quickly find yourself a beer and you feel fairly great about tonight. The beginning starts with catching up with people you know, specifically the girl variety. You both immediately spot each other and proceed to hug. She is the first encounter and is of course...
The Friend.
Not only do you find her attractive but you both have a great connection. The only problem is you can't figure out if she completely friend-zoned you last semester or if she is dating one of your brothers. Best to avoid getting into something like that. Besides, she has plenty of cute friends to introduce you to when all else fails.
Upon saying goodbye and talking to one of your brothers, you catch out of the corner of your eye a beautiful girl, who is, surprisingly, coming straight towards you. She is smiling but she has arms as toned as yours. Which leads to the second girl...
The Badass.
After a couple minutes, you are pretty sure she can kick your ass. Actually, you know she can kick your ass. It is not just because she has mentioned her dad is an Ex-Navy Seal or that she does Cross-Fit every day but the fact that she did a twice as long keg stand compared to yours (a measly 7 seconds). That's just downright embarrassing. By the time she asks if you want to take triple shots, you quickly respond with saying you have to go to the bathroom and quickly slip away.
Upon escaping from what may have been your liver's demise, you turn to run into another gorgeous girl, however, her "sorry" comes out more of a slurred mess. Which leads to the next one...
The Drunk.
Although the party has just started, she has been drinking since ten this morning, but why not right? Not only does she think she is at another house, but she thinks that you are a pledge. The nerve of her! You try to start a conversation with her but soon realize it is more difficult than herding a bunch of wet, angry cats into a basket. Upon realizing you should go get her a ride home, she has already tried making out with you and you, being only two beers in, realize this is wrong and slightly annoying. You break away and hurry towards sober security when you notice her taking a pull from a bottle passing by.
Upon notifying your sober brothers and getting another drink, you head to the dance floor with the drunk girl heading the opposite way and accompanied by two bewildered pledges leading her to a cab with her big inside, waiting to take her home (phew). Upon entering the floor though, you spot the next one. Gorgeous, immaculate and spunky...
The Dancer.
Not only is she about to groove to your favorite song but something in the way she moves, a sort of craziness, makes you curious. You move over ever so cool like, bumping into only three people and spilling two beers in order to reach her. You both lock eyes and know this dance was made for both of you and so you dance...and it begins.
Ten songs later you are dying. Sweaty, dehydrated, and sobering up to fast, you realize that you must refuel and get some fresh air for goodness' sake, especially since you just felt your shirt rip. You try to tell her to come with you but either fueled by Redbull or just the music being too loud, she keeps dancing without you. You didn't even catch her name.
While grabbing another drink and finally being able to catch your breath, you sit outside, on the frat bench by yourself, with couples sprinkled here and there making small talk. You begin to wonder if you should head home a little early. After all, you do have a calculus test tomorrow that you won't realize you actually have until two hours before it begins.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, you see a girl scrambling out of the house, gasping for breath, which leads to the last one...
The Unexpected One.
She is the most beautiful girl you have ever seen, and that is saying something, considering her dress is torn, and splattered with a mixture of jungle juices. She spots you and starts laughing as she notices that both of you have your clothes torn and covered in various alcoholic beverages. Not too drunk or hyped up on Redbull, not a friend, and certainly has no relations with a Seal, she sits down next to you and you begin talking.
As time passes and the people begin to leave, a group of girls begins to call for her. She says that she came with her friends and she has to go. You ask for her number but she shakes her head and motions to her dead phone. You realize with horror that you dropped your phone somewhere on the dance floor. This is then followed by a quick gesture from her, a placing of a small object in your hand, and a wave goodbye as she hurries off. You wave back filled with sadness, knowing you may never see her again. Perplexed, you look at the object given to you and to your excitement realize it is a piece of her dress, more specifically, a tag in case her dress ever got lost, which contains her name and phone number.
Alas, the party is over and as you drunkenly go with your brothers for a late night Taco Bell run, you can only think of the next fraternity party, but this time, you will only be looking for her and no one else.
