Okay, so I mentioned in my last post that I would finally start to tell some stories about dating and my experiences living the single life over the past decade.  I’m going to start with the story of a semiformal dance I attended my freshman year of college.  Definitely wasn’t my classiest moment.  Looking back now, I have to say I find it mostly funny and only a little embarrassing.  Actually, no I’m still completely embarrassed by it which is really silly of me.

There I was, spring of freshman year and my sorority had their semiformal coming up.  Being the social butterfly I was, I of course planned to go even though I didn’t have a date.  I had been crazy busy with school and finding a guy to take as a semiformal date was the last thing on my mind.  So I threw on my party dress and heels and met up with some of my girlfriends.  Since most of us were underage, we had made plans to pregame at a sophomore girl’s house beforehand.  At 19 years old my logic was that I had to have a good buzz going before the semiformal started because once we got there, I really wasn’t supposed to be drinking underage.  (Not that many college students ever took that ’21 To Drink’ law seriously)

Anyways, I’m sitting on the couch drinking my vodka and cranberry when I realize that everyone else I’m with has a date to the semiformal but me.  It was only my second social event since joining so I guess I hadn’t realized yet that it was a little odd to just go and not have a date.  And ALL of the girls were asking me why I’m not taking a date and if I would take a date if they found somebody last minute?  They assure me that not only will they find me a date who’s 21 and can buy me drinks, but also one from a ‘good fraternity’ who isn’t a jerk.  I would have been way too nervous to ask any random guy myself, so I agree to let one of the older girls set me up.  An hour later, I’m sitting on a school bus riding to our semiformal with a guy I’d just met.   I had definitely been nervous and taken a couple of shots before meeting him…the whole liquid courage thing I suppose.  AWESOME idea….Needless to say, I’m drunk by the time we arrive at the bar/club for the dance.  My date actually was very nice and we had a good time…maybe too good of a time.  Now a lot of the night is a blur for me, but I do know that not only did we have fun at the semiformal, but we also went to a big party after getting back to campus and were out til 3am.  I was still wearing my dress and had also acquired my date’s tie around my neck and a random Hawaiian lei from the frat party.  I’m sure I looked phenomenal….

The next morning…..this classy girl woke up in a bunk bed at the fraternity house with her semiformal date next to her.  As I looked around, I immediately noticed my semiformal dress thrown in a corner of the room.  Oops….I was relieved to see that I was wearing an oversized T shirt so at least I was partially clothed next to my shirtless date.  As we woke up and started talking, I remembered two very important things that hadn’t seemed to bother me last night.

1. Today was Parent’s Day for my sorority and also the fraternity house I was at.
2. My parents were driving across the state to come to said Parent’s Day and might be headed to my dorm room at this very moment.  

As this sunk in, I am frantically checking my phone for missed calls and throwing on my dress and heels from the night before.  While my date and I are laughing about the situation, part of me is panicked because I would die if my parents found out that I had drunkenly made out with this frat guy and slept over last night after knowing him only a handful of hours.

And now, it was time for what everyone refers to as the walk of shame.  Not always a big deal depending on where you’re headed.  Today, though I was in for a real treat.  As we got ready to enter the front room of his fraternity house, I noticed my sorority president and a handful of parents.  They were setting up for Parents day on the front lawn and people were EVERYWHERE!  All of the responsible older fraternity and sorority members were bright eyed and ready to start the day.  There was no way in hell I was going to walk out of the house in broad daylight wearing last night’s dress and heels for everyone to see.  I retreated back down the hallway where my date decided he would just go outside and pull his car around to one of the side doors.

I remember feeling embarrassed but also thinking how ridiculous my situation was while my date drove me back to my dorm.  I talked to my parents and luckily had a solid 30-40 minutes to pull myself together before they arrived to campus.  On the phone of course I just acted like everything was totally normal.  No need for them to know that their perfect daughter still felt a little buzzed from the night before.

Once my parents arrived, where did we go?  Back to the same place I had woken up at less than a couple hours earlier of course!  This particular fraternity was right next door to my sorority house so they had decided to do a joint celebration for Parents Day that included grilling out at the house and then a baseball game downtown.  My date was there of course and made sure to introduce himself to my parents when we arrived and take them on a tour of their multimillion dollar house/mansion.

For me, it was starting to feel like a never ending version of a one night stand.  I mean, my date was nice and he was cute enough.  I was just used to being able to spend the day after a drunken hookup on my own or filling my girlfriends in on the previous night.  We would gossip about our adventures and stalk the guys on Facebook.  Now however, I was forced to entertain both my parents and this guy at the same time.  WHILE SOBER.  I definitely hadn’t thought this through the night before!

I ended up surviving the day and having a decent time.  My date actually ended up wanting to hang out with me again.  But being the busy and non-committal girl I was, I ended up blowing him off within a few weeks.  We would stay friendly and say hi over the next couple of years if we saw each other, but I realized pretty quickly that I was definitely not as interested in this guy as he was in me.

So-now that I have finally written an actual memoir from my maneater days….I hope that everyone enjoyed this.  Be sure to check back in for more stories soon!  🙂