To the random girl who I met in line for the only open bathroom in some random fraternity house we both ended up at that night: thank you.

Before I met you, I had mistakenly let some frat star whose shorts were tighter than mine and had a few more drinks than me determine my worth and beauty. It seems so silly to say, but some boy had made me feel so small in a matter of minutes. But then I met you and when my self-esteem was at an all-time low, you picked me back up without even realizing it.

Thank you for letting me vent to you.

Within seconds of making awkward eye contact, you quickly looked at me and asked, “Girl, what’s wrong?” And while three other girls used the restroom, you let me tell you everything you didn’t need to know about the so called “history” of this boy and I. Most people would have told me to stop within seconds, but you let me rant for at least 10 minutes. (If you’ve ever been to a frat party, you know the wait is at least five minutes per girl in line).

Thank you for complimenting me.

Even though I had spent at least an hour doing my makeup and destroying my tiny dorm room with my roommate to get ready, I felt so ugly after the harsh rejection I had experienced. You promptly told me at least 30 times that I was the “hottest girl in the room” and “had better boobs than anyone you had ever seen.”

Thank you for convincing me he was ugly.

I vaguely remember telling you a million times that he was the “hottest boy I had ever seen in my life.” But when he walked past us, you pretended to gag in your mouth and told me he was the ugliest boy in the house. I needed to hear that. In a matter of seconds he went from “love of my life” to “scum of the Earth” and I have you to thank for that.

Thank you for not letting me tweet anything too stupid.

You saw me pull my phone out and open the app. I began to type some incoherent, attention seeking tweet but you stopped me. For the sake of not having to do damage control in the morning, thank you.

Thank you for helping me find my friends.

I thought they went missing, but within seconds, you found all of them based on the description of what they’re wearing. You’re magic.

Even though we had only known each other for not even a total of two seconds before I started running my mouth, you comforted me when I needed it most. Thank you for reminding me that the opinion of some boy who probably doesn’t even know my name doesn’t define anything about me.

In case you ever see this, you should definitely add me on Facebook so we can become the best of friend, but also take this as a token of my appreciation. Thank you again.

Good luck at the next party.

Sincerely,

The girl you met in line for the bathroom