House boys are the only boys in college that will see you at your absolute best AND absolute worst without the title “Boyfriend.”
I emerge from my room from doing homework and watching Netflix at approximately 4:50pm, dinner begins at 5:00pm—I cannot be late. It is corndog Friday, I know there will be a line forming if I go down any later so I scurry down the stairs from my fourth floor hole-in-the-wall at my sorority house. My hair is more than likely in a messy bun, sweatpants thrown on and a random XL shirt that isn’t even mine hangs past my hips as I enter the kitchen, I am dressed to the nines. But I am not the slightest bit embarrassed because there is a strong chance that more than half the girls in my house who are already sitting at the tables are rocking the same look. I am greeted with a warm embrace.
Usually, I would not be caught dead wearing this comfy yet oh-so-homeless look out, or even worse—to somewhere on campus where fraternity men could spot me. But the only exception to this is seeing our sorority houseboys every single day in the comfort of our own kitchen.
House boys, you gentlemen are absolutely amazing. Silently puttering around, setting up our buffet every day while a hangry mob of 20 sorority girl chatter in their seats can be daunting, I can imagine, but you four men do it with ease. You see us when our hair is wet, faces are bare, and majority of the time braless, talking to our sisters about lame or heinous topics that anyone else would raise eyebrows to, but you all treat us and our weirdness with respect and class. We appreciate that more than you know.
Saying hello to us every single day, cracking jokes, and smiling, you four make all of us feel as though you are honorary sisters (In the most manly way possible, of course). Your respectfulness leaves us with a sense of comfort, feeling as though we can be ourselves around you because we know you will not judge our debatable lounging outfits, and us.
I think I speak for all sorority women when I say thank you. Thank you for doing your jobs so well. For handling us lining up for lunch and dinner sometimes 15 minutes early and not letting that intimidate you. Thank you for your digression--you hear a lot working in a sorority house’s kitchen, we want to thank you for your respect and not laughing when you overhear our ridiculous conversations (and sometimes obliviously being the center of our conversations if you are having a good hair day). You are a quiet fly on the wall in our lives.
Although your job is typically underrated, you have no idea how much you mean to us. Every sorority needs their house boys to complete the big happy family. We love you guys.
