After intervie
wing several Emory girls about their experiences with the guys here at Emory, I have nothing to say except for, wow. Here are the stories of a few anonymous Emory girls.
“I was set up for my formal freshman year, I wasn’t feeling well so I ended up staying home. Little did I know, my date had snuck onto the buses without me and then proceeded to get kicked out.”
“I agreed to go to a date party with
a guy who I knew was into me, but who I had already rejected multiple times. I knew what I was getting myself into, but a lot of my friends were going to the date party. Towards the end of the night, my date started trying to make out with me. Every time he leaned in, I would scream ‘another shot!’ By the end of the night, my date was too hammered to realize that I was actually throwing the shots over my shoulder. So, I pretty much drank my date under the table to avoid hooking up with him. “
“I had been hooking up with this one guy the entire semester, and we had established that
we were exclusive. We went out for his 21st birthday, and he decided it was a great idea to try to hook up with 21 girls on his 21st birthday…while I was standing next to him. We haven’t spoken since.”
“I was hooking up with a guy at a mixer and agreed to go upstairs to his room. On our way upstairs, my friend pulled m
e aside to tell me the guy I was with had a girlfriend. So when we got to his room, I asked him about it. He spent a good hour convincing me that they had just broken up, and even went into a very descriptive story about it. So we started hooking up again. Ten minutes later, his girlfriend knocked on the door. That was the end of that relationship.”
“This guy I had been hooking up with invited me over to play some beer pong. When I showed up, not only was there another girl arriving at the same time to play some pong with him, but he was kissing his girlfriend goodnight.”
This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Emory chapter.