When I was a young girl I had a fascination with mermaids. My life basically revolved around their existence. I just wanted to be the embodiment of The Little Mermaid. As I grew older, my goals of being a mermaid faded and seemed immature in retrospect. But when I walked into the rickety doors of my now favorite fraternity for the first time, the same little girl with the outlandish infatuation came to the surface. Much like Ariel, I wanted to be a part of their world. I thought my days of obsessions were left behind with my other juvenile behaviors, but before I knew it, I had become a full fledged groupie.
- People depend on you to know what their social calendar is.
- When people ask who you know in the fraternity it results in you naming a handful of people and dreading the question of how you know each one.
- You can be found there every time they have a party. Rain, snow, fucking tornado, you will make an appearance.
- You’re not here to make friends, you’re here to win sweetheart.
- You have a drawer dedicated just to the clothes you’ve acquired from that one organization.
- A t-shirt feels like a trophy for a job well done (a gold one if it’s long-sleeved or a sweatshirt).
- Whenever you see their letters on campus, you get a little excited.
- You anxiously hope to be paired up with them for homecoming or Greek Week.
- You want their letters. You need their letters. You DESERVE their letters.
- There’s one really hot guy you always see at parties. You just need to gain the courage to make your move.
- You’ve navigated your way to/from their houses in every state: drunk, sober, and hungover the morning after.
- Sometimes you wish you were a guy just so you could pledge them.
- Even though you’re single, part of you considers yourself to be in a VERY committed relationship with them.
- You didn’t believe in love at first sight until you first stepped foot through their doors.
- You automatically hate any other competition, whether it be from a girl, sorority, or rival fraternity.
- Painting their coolers has educated you on their colors and symbols, and how much you hate painting coolers.
- You’ve tried stealing a composite.
- You’ve tried stealing anything you can get your hands on.
- There have been multiple times when you’ve strolled in alone, no shame. Ok, maybe a little shame.
- You’ve wondered if you should keep a toothbrush and a change of clothes in their chapter house.
- You have been asked for rush boobs.
- When you finally arrive at their parties, it feels like home. A home with beer lined floors infested with drunken hormone-driven college students, but a home nonetheless.
- You’ve had arguably your best, and your worst nights of college at their parties.
- Your friends like to ridicule you for your obsession, but you take pride in your commitment..
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