To be in Greek Life at my university, one must sacrifice an entire semester as a pledge. Jay and I pledged in the same semester. He was tall, cute, muscular, caring, and had not only a great sense of humor but also a great personality.
While his physical attributes were often hidden under baggy pledge attire and his face was usually cut up and bruised from the brothers, his kind nature remained. We shared a "pledge romance," if you will. The hardships of pledging brought us even closer, creating a special bond between us. This is why it never phased me when drunk sisters would cry to me about their problems as I held their hair in the bathroom.
"Never...date...a frat guy!" they would garble in between dry heaves. I patted their backs with sympathy and thought to myself how lucky I was to have a person with a good head on his shoulders.
I was ecstatic the day I had finally earned my letters. I brought Jay to my date party; he brought me to his semi-formal. We weren't dating but I was extremely confident that we would be official someday soon. That's why I was devastated over winter break when Jay took my hand and said, "You're such a cool girl, what's gonna happen when we get back to school?"
My heart sank. I mumbled an insincere "what?" even though I knew exactly what he meant. "Well I mean we both just got in, don't you want to enjoy Greek life? I like you, but I also want to experience it."
Being a fiercely loyal person, this thought hadn't occurred to me. I genuinely only wanted to be with him but I didn't want to hinder his fun, so I had to let him go
Fast-forward a month and Jay had completely evolved into a species I like to call "Frat Daddy."
He was temperamental, rude, and got with just about anything that walked. He even slept with my suite-mate, disregarding how much I still cared for him and his knowledge of my disdain for her.
I was sad to see his refreshingly grounded character tarnished by his idea of what it means to be in a frat. Although it still irks me, I took it with a grain of salt and learned from it. Not everyone is who they're cracked up to be; sometimes the idea of something is a lot more satisfying than its actuality.
Readers, have you been in a similar situation?