Although I am proudly dedicated to my favorite fraternity, I’ll leave them nameless and refer to them as fraternity “X”. BUT if you know me personally at all, then it’s no secret.
I think some people hear the term “fraternity groupie” and automatically assume that I just mean I party with the same fraternity every weekend. I don’t party every weekend and some of the members are my closest friends. There is way more to it. My definition of groupie is pure. Family dinners with these guys never get old and always having a squad to do some type of activity with on boring Sunday afternoons doesn’t either.
I’m in a GroupMe (a group texting app) with some of the most fun girls and 20+ members of fraternity X that we talk in regularly. Even though I’ve been requesting that one of them help build my boxed bookshelf for 3 weeks and it has yet to happen, I know at the end of the day they would probably do anything for us girls in the GroupMe. I can say whatever I want without hesitation and laugh almost every time I open the GroupMe.
I feel so comfortable every time I walk in the X house, which is a definite PRO. I’m not trying to impress anyone because they all have seen me at my best and my worst already. When I don’t want to dress up, I will shamelessly wear an X t-shirt out on a Friday night (I think I almost have more X t-shirts than my own sorority). I always get first dibs on function wristbands and the inside scoop on things. Rides from pledges are easier. My friends living in house means I always have a safe place for my purse on a crowded night. When I go to other houses, SHOCKER, it actually happens more than I give myself credit for, the initial reaction of other fraternity members is usually a long the lines of: “Happy to see you but wow, why aren’t you at X?!” Swift CON.
Dating a member of another fraternity becomes a huge struggle when I want to hang out with the boy I like but I can’t choose if I want to go to his house or X house and I literally go back and forth. Forget ever dating a member of X fraternity because if we broke up, their frat is compromised of 95% of my friends.
Everybody knows everyone’s business. One person knows something and usually the whole fraternity ends up knowing. Same goes for if any of us ever innocently but drunkenly cross the “friend” line one night. That turns into a real funny joke.
X members have come to my apartment when they can’t be at the house and eaten all our food and left natty light everywhere. Love that. Thanks. All of these things are worth it though when I think back to our hilarious dance parties, singing “Dancing in the Moonlight” at the top of our lungs, taking on Spring Break together, eating so much Mexican food someone throws up, watching Frozen so loud an RA comes in and many more wonderful memories. XFOREVER.
