What is love in college, and where the heck do we find it?
Every college girl wonders this, so we go through the phases good boy, bad boy, frat boy, friend boy. But none of them seem to work out, and the girls are left asking themselves why, while the boys are chasing their next victim. So I guess the bigger question is why do girls continue to go through the motions of the college virus we call love?
They say sickness flows through a college campus almost as fast as the money being thrown into tuition, but the one sickness no one seems to talk about is being love sick.
Freshmen freshly out of high school looking for their first romance with the new boys, sophomores feeling far superior looking for “Mr. Right Now” instead of “Mr. Right,” juniors sick of being love sick going to the bars looking for fun, and seniors looking for success in the relationship and outside of it. But how in the world are we supposed to find this illucid “Good Guy” when all we are surrounded by are the frat boys looking for the “Wrong Girl”.
So my friends and I decided to change it up and give the other side of the campus a try, the ones who had decided college just wasn’t for them. The all too scary college dropouts.
We had spent our first years at frat parties with the longing looks at the boys we knew would never date us, or the no callback boys who played far too many games. We decided to make the twenty-minute drive to the land of adulthood to meet up with our friends Morgan, Logan and Curtis. The three single men we knew that had grown up outside of the university life and wore the big boy pants every day at their very big kid jobs.
We dressed cute and told them to have some friends over and we would bring ours, the closest we could get to a frat party without the frat. We pulled the moves, dressed cute, flirted and found that dropout boys were just as bad as frat boys. No commitment, no strings attached, no love sickness when it came to the male brain.
Post party we got our starting three together with a line of questions and preparing them for interrogation. But before we could start two left with a couple of girls they had met and Morgan was left with one answer for me. “Marriage is for big kids and just cause we have the job doesn’t mean we fill the shoes.” So now came the bigger question, why can’t boys commit?
Perplexed as ever upon my new findings I decided to go to the sources I understood far better, the females. I pulled together my closest group of friends and started listening to the horror stories of the frat boys and time wasted it.
Story after story of the boys who threw away a good girl when they had them, was nice to hear someone who had a point of view a little different. Surrounded by stories of failures I found the one couple who somehow made it work. Molly, my move-in day friend had some words of wisdom for those of us who hadn't yet discovered the formula to the frat boy brain. “It’s simple really, you just have to make them believe that they want you more than you want them.” All of us stared in awe, was it really that simple? To act unimpressed was the way to impress them? No matter what boy, where from or what frat to be the girl who didn’t want them was the way to get them.
So now the girls had the code but we all know the lovesick virus will never go.
