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During the days of fraternity house livin' and the "today doesn't have any consequences on tomorrows outcome" phase of my life, we used to regularly host a gathering of people at my house for drinking and debauchery called "Thirsty Thursday."
The idea behind Thirsty Thursday was multifaceted. These weekly occurrences allowed for new "prospects" (girls) to come hang out at the house in a smaller less ruckus driven fashion than our 300+ person weekend parties. Which was great, let's say you met someone new Monday through Thursday around campus and they already had plans for the weekend, then you could defer to inviting them out to Thirsty Thursday and their weekend plans would remain unaffected. This meant often times that you would invite multiple prospects out and then it came down to a matter choice rather than a hunt. Seeing as many of the other guys also took it upon themselves to invite a few different options for Thursday evening, there was nearly always an amazing girl to guy ratio. Much of the magic of these evenings also lay in the timing. Most people were exhausted and stressed out from a week of classes and fully ready to blow off some steam by Thursday night. Meaning, you got to hang out with people at the height of their week and some might even say these people were pre-disposed to get into mischief. As you would imagine, some of these Thursdays were the best nights of my life.
On one particular Thirsty Thursday during the early part of my Sophomore year, things had gotten off to a great start. I had a handful of girls in attendance that I had personally invited and one girl I had spent nearly half my freshman year flirting with said she might be coming. I had taken more time than many to come into my own in respects perusing girls. As a result my freshman year had been a monumental learning curve that was being corrected and improved at break-neck speed by my antics sophomore year. In the past whenever I invited this girl to any of our events she'd always declined and claimed to be dating someone or had other plans that night. Come to think of it, I'd spent far too much time chasing this girl for it to have gone no where, for so long.
I was in full working the room fervor by 11:00 and a lot of my time revolved around slapping hands with guys I hadn't seen since the week before or flirting with a couple of groups of girls in different parts of the house. During this part of my life, I truly was the epitome of a "bro." I'll absolutely admit it, the social status along with the reverence to my "fraternal ideals" seemed to be the only thing of any importance. Every experience and encounter during that time was new and therefore exciting. Someone had flipped me the keys to a new life. It was like being the biggest nerd and suddenly stepping into the most popular kid's skin who was far better looking, more confident, and immensely more popular than you could ever hope to be and the voice in your head says, "take this thing for a ride, enjoy it."
After grabbing another beer, I began working my way back to the kitchen when she walked in. Her name was Kali, she was a Sorority snob with a bit of southern class. Her body was curvy, she had long straightened blond hair, and gorgeous light blue eyes. She stepped into the the Kitchen from the porch and my eyes fixed on her. She was wearing a short jean-skirt with a low cut top under a little mid-drift length black jacket. I think I stiff armed one of my friends just to be the first to meet her in the middle of the kitchen.
"Kali hey! Glad you could make it," I said walking over with my arms spread outwards for a big hug.
"Oh my god! Hey Taylor!" She screamed as she leapt on to me grappling around my waist and torso nearly knocking me off my feet.
"Wow, how's it going stranger?" I asked laughing spilling beer on the back of her jacket and on the floor around us.
"So good! I'm great, It's been so long since we've hung out!" She said lowering her feet to the ground and running her hands down my arms.
"I know!" I said trying to meet her level of excitement realizing that she'd already had a couple of drinks prior to getting there.
"My friends started pre-gaming without me and then they decided to go somewhere else instead, lame right?" She said putting her hands on her hips.
"That's fantastic," I said laughing walking with her into the living room/beer pong room.