The Frat Party
The murky smell of sweat mixed with smoke makes me cringe as I walk into the frat house. Truthfully, I’ve never been a fan of the smell of smoke. As Ruby and I make our way through the crowded house I notice that there are a lot of cute guys walking around and handing drinks to fellow party-goers.
“Do you want to get a drink?” Ruby asks, yelling over the loud music.
“Yeah! I have to go to the washroom first though.”
“Alright, I’ll get us some drinks while you go and I’ll meet you back here.”
“Okay, but I don’t want anything too strong” She laughs at my comment and walks away to what I assume is the kitchen. Right, well now I have to find the washroom in this massive double house. My first instinct is to find the nearest staircase and go upstairs, most toilettes tend to be on a higher level in a house, right? I spot a guy sporting the frat’s Greek sign on his shirt and I approach him.
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Every girl has that one type of crush that’s like kryptonite. Whether it’s a sports player, actor, artist, hipster or a ‘bad boy (or girl). In my case, my weakness are guys in bands and I know that a lot of them are ‘bad news’. But, I can’t help it. There’s something about a guy on a stage with a guitar, microphone or at the drums that hits me hard. Like yes, I’ll listen to you sing/play and I will most definitely swoon. Now, I’m not saying that I want to be a groupie and follow these band guys around the country. Which I’m sure is fun and I applaud the girls and boys who do that but it’s not my thing. I prefer to get fangirl obsessed with a guy in a band, follow him on all social media’s and then listen to all his songs on repeat. Most of the time the guy’s I’ll crush on are at a level of fame where he would be unattainable to me *cough* Harry Styles *cough*. However, last year I developed a h u g e crush on a drummer who was in a very small indie-pop band. We met in the summer and next thing I now we were regularly snapchatting and texting. I was so happy because it felt awesome knowing that a guy in a band was somewhat into me plus, it helped my self-esteem a bit. We ended up getting coffee one day after my shift at work had finished and it went well. Or so I thought. A few days after our ‘date’ the guy completely ghosted me and proceeded to unfollow me on Instagram, on my birthday. It broke my heart a bit because we had been talking for 6 months and he never gave me a reason why he stopped talking to me. I was so sure I had done something wrong but eventually realized he just wasn’t into me which is totally fine. I still wish that he had handle it a bit better instead of just pretending like nothing had happened but oh well.
Flash forward a year later, I get text from my best friend of this hot guy. Obviously, he’s in a band and obviously, I follow him on Instagram because why not. He follows me back and adds me on snapchat. I’m still not sure why but I guess my selfies aren’t as bad as I think they are. We started talking on snapchat a little bit with most of our conversations having to do with why we live so far apart. For about a month we stopped talking, I got busy with finals and he went on tour.
May rolls around and I’m back in my hometown living at my parent’s house for the summer. One day, my best friend who’s really into the punk rock scene asks me if I want to go to a show with her. I’m always down to go see live music so I said yes. And guess who’s in one of the opening bands, the guy I was snapping the previous month. It made me a bit anxious because he’s a lot hotter in person and well, I’m not. So, during the main band’s act I spotted him from across the room as he went upstairs. Like the creep that I am, I told my friends I was going to the washroom and went upstairs too. I bump into him and act surprised to see him. We chatted for a bit, all good stuff not awkward at all (thanks to alcohol). The show ends so we both go find our friends and I head over to a bar with my girls. Throughout the night, we were snapchatting and we’ve been talking on there since then (7 day snap streak woo). The only problem is that he lives in another country because of course, the one band guy who seems somewhat interested in me lives really far away. So here I am, complaining about my sorta-almost love life. It’s as if a part of me knows that it won’t work out and I go towards it instead of not wasting my time and dating someone who’s more vanilla and in my city. Or maybe I’m attracted to the drama of it all, who knows. The only thing I’m certain of, is that I don’t know what to do about my pathetic love life. Toss me some advice if you have any…
Madeline Anders almost cried tears of joy when she received a letter from her hero Dr. Alice Monterrey dictating a job offer at the Monterrey Psychology Firm in Central City. Maddie had dreamed about working for Dr. Monterrey since her first year at Queensville University. The firm specialized in behavioural psychology, micro-expressions and – Maddie’s personal favourite – psychological profiling. Although the move from Queensville to Central City was a far one, Maddie knew that she had to take this once in a lifetime opportunity. Queensville no longer had anything left to offer Madeline as the small town had limited jobs in her field and limited decent men to date. After she broke the news of her move to her friends and family she began the long process of packing. 3 weeks later, as she boarded the plane, Maddie hoped that her new life in the exuberant city would bring some excitement back into her life.
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