All you sorority girls, before you exit my article, give me a chance to let it all out, and then you can either agree or just go back to throwing what you know.
In high school, I wasn’t a girl who partied. I came to college and started going out, which is fine, but with that being said, my friends and I started going to the various fraternities on campus. This is where it begins …
Going out is like anything else: you see the same people, and you become friends with them. You meet various fraternity brothers, it might be only because you are just a girl trying to get into the party, but the relationship grows. You gain a new friend.
There is that one brother you become good friends with; you see him around campus, and then little do you know he is in a few of your classes, and then all of a sudden, you are getting dinner with him every once in a while … nothing too serious
The casual saying hello when you see each other becomes a thought of "I wonder if he feels the same way about me, the way I feel about him." As you go to the parties, you start seeing him with other girls and you get jealous, but you aren’t sure why, because you are just friends, right?
Yes, you are just friends, but you deep down wish he was talking to you the whole time and maybe giving you a little peck on the cheek like he just gave the blonde girl sitting on the bar. You snap yourself out of it, because you are Just Friends. But one night, you have a little too much to drink, and you see him with another girl and the feels hit you so you, so you tell him…You really tell him, and by that I mean you and him get into a fight in the basement, and luckily you were a little drunk, because you say the three words “I like you.” That’s it; you regret it, and the friendship is over.
You wake up the next morning with anxiety eating you away and you confide in a few different friends, so you have different opinions on the situation. Your one friend tells you “never mess with a frat boy.” She tells you they are all the same and that you honestly can do better. You take her words and say you are right, it was a mistake, and you are over it; but you don’t end the friendship, you stay his friend but don’t pursue anything, it isn’t worth the heartbreak.
You move on; the two of you talking slims out a little, but it’s okay, and everything between the two of you is cool… but then you get a Christmas text out of the blue. Your heart is racing, and yes, it is just a text, but is it just a text with the heart eye emoji in it?
You think nothing of it. When you get back to school, you play it cool and remember you are Just Friends.
One night, you are out and you and your friends separate, and you are stuck walking home alone, which can be a little scary, so you risk it and call the frat boy. Nothing bad comes from it, he comes to your rescue and he walks you home and you say goodbye, not expecting anything, just a friendly hug, which is a very normal thing... he goes for the kiss. Oh, OK.
So all the feelings you had that you erased are back. You thought you were confused before, but damn, now the mind is spinning. He says text me and we can hang out, so you man up and text him.
Never mess with a frat guy… don’t do it, because he won’t answer and you look a little dumb, or at least you feel it. But hey, you put yourself out there, 'cause you thought you had a shot with the mixed signals.
The frat boy is going to mess with your emotions the same way the hockey players, football players, and the average guy is going to. Girls, do yourself a favor; stop being a damsel in distress like me and don’t fall for the boy who won’t answer you, or the one who will walk you home, give you a kiss and then drop you and pretend that nothing happened.
