So let’s be real, any time hundreds of guys want to get down on their knees and serenade me, I’m not going to complain. My bordering on unhealthy obsession with the Bachelor might have had a small influence on my goal of convincing every guy that walked in to hand over his roses to me- willingly or not.
We pretty much spent the entire two hours dancing like an idiot as we tried to remember not only the lyrics to our songs but which frat we were singing to. After the first hour the four-inch platinum pumps had to come off. Hey, so we may have fudged some of the words but at least we had a good time doing it…
While the singing was fun, the best part of the night by far was listening to frat-tastic guys belt out their renditions of the latest hit songs- some raunchier than others- mixed in with some sweet oldies. I learned pretty quickly that looks could be deceiving. Don’t think that the nerdy, innocent looking guy in your lecture is incapable of telling you he wants you to come home with him after the Keg.
However, I’ve gotta hand it to them. They were pretty clever. “Baby you’re a firework, let me feel under your skirt” was a personal favorite. And of course they had some liquid courage beforehand, making the night even more hilarious to experience as they fell over each other trying to impress us (not going to lie, we looked pretty damn good…).
The night may have gotten a little foggier once we got to our venues, but it was definitely a night to remember. While it may sound cheesy, it was one of the cutest things I’ve experienced at Northwestern thus far, and made me appreciate the girls in my sorority even more than before.
So, if you were thinking of giving up on guys forever, don’t lose all hope yet. There are still some out there willing to look like complete fools to get your attention. Clearly whoever said chivalry was dead hasn’t experienced Gone Greek Night.
This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Northwestern chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.