Silly Boys...

This past semester was the first time I'd ever been single in college (I know...who does that?) And about halfway through...fate happened and the whole crew became unattached. It was like magic (or a low budget Sex and the City). Either way...my favorite past time soon became discussing the different boys each of my friends were talking to at the moment. Of course we had to share what they said, and what they meant by it, and even share the occasional lol worthy texts they sent us. But out of all the boys we've added to our contact lists this semester(still trying to figure out who "koolie" is)...there are a few that I'm sure each and every college girl has in common with us. These are the boys that all of us meet and have similar experiences with...in no particular order of course.

"King of the Frat"

Chances are that you knew of or about this dude before you were ever formally introduced to him (he's just that popular). This is the type of guy who has about 31,000+ facebook friends, all of his profile pictures are of him and the "bruhs" throwin it up and all of his facebook statuses are about different Frat events. Yes...he is like the president of blah phi whatever and he's pretty confident that he's the sh*t. So one drunken night you some how exchange numbers...and chances are your texts will sound somethin like this:

Fratty: Hey
You: Hi
Fratty: Sup?
You: nothin much
Fratty: cool
Yep...this will continue forever because he's so awesome that he doesn't have to be interesting or original. So many girls throw themselves at him...he doesn't even know what it means to work for it anymore. So why do you keep this dude on your roster...so he can text you about all the dope after parties! Duh!

"The Nice Guy"

C'mon...ever girl in the world has this dude in her life. He's so sweet. He actually wants to take you out to eat somewhere with waiters and no drive thru and instead of telling you to come over to "watch" a movie...he wants to pay for your ticket to see it in theaters. He cares all about how your day went, your favorite color and how you did on your midterms. He likes the same things as you and you wake up every morning to a text from him telling you how beautiful/gorgeous/amazing you are. *Sigh* He's like the perfect boyfriend material...except for that fact that not one bone in your body is physically attracted to him. You try sooo hard to like him because you know he's whats good for you...but King of the Frat is soo much hotter! Its horrible...but every time you think about kissing him...you throw up in your mouth a little. You wish he could be like your best friend...but you know in your heart that he wants to bone you. If life were perfect...he'd be hotter/taller/cooler.

"The Baller"

Yea...so this guy plays on the basketball/football team and he's tall and sexy ( my favorite). But beware...if you thought Fratty was horrible...the baller is like him on steroids. Often times he is so boring that holding a conversation with him is literally painful. Or he is so cocky that all he wants to talk about is how awesome that last pass he caught was. Groupies line up for blocks to talk to this dude...but somehow he licked his lips at you in a sweaty overcrowded club and numbers were exchanged. Then the completely pointless conversation begins. "Ay girl...when I'm gonna see you again" (yes he has bad grammar too) Yea...theres really no point in even entertaining a guy like this. You are just one of the many chicks he's trying to get on his team. And if he's like the ballers at my school...he likes a white girl with breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

"Mr. Foward"

So you met a guy you thought was a cutie at [insert random club name here]. He was nice, a good dancer...and boy did he smell Delicious. But little did you know that this nigga right here was crazy. He texts you everyday, all the time, and won't stop asking you to hang out. All you really want to say is nigga hop off! But he's cute so you find his persistence refreshing...at first. Next thing you know..you open your phone to a naked pic of this dude and then you're like wtf? How did we skip from hello how are you to your junk plastered all over my sidekick? This is when you stop texting buddy and try your hardest to dodge him on campus. Once again you enlist yourself in "Operation do not give out your number" which always seems to fail after a few vodka and sprites.

"The Drunken Mistake"

I mean we've all had those nights when you get so incredibly drunk you do stupid sh*t. I mean...except for me because I'm an angel. Anwhoo...yes its ladies night and the drinks are free...til 1 am atleast. And you've gone to the bar to get a refill on your incredibly watered down vodka/rum and random juice at least...7, 8, or 12 times. You are officially schwasted. Then some rando starts dancing behind you...and what do you care...lets dance! After 4 songs of dancing with this guy he asks for your number and you oblige. Approximately 3 days later you get a text like "whats good ma?" from a number you don't know and when it finally clicks who it is...you text the homie to ask if they were cute or not. Yep...they weren't...the homie tried to tell you but you just didn't listen. So now the next two weeks is spent making up random excuses (my cat is sick..when you don't even have a cat) to not hang out with this dude. He's the reason why you jump every time your phone vibrates or every time some one taps you on the shoulder.

This semester has been hilarious as far as boys are concerned. I wonder if they know that so much of our time is spent laughing at their antics. No matter how crazy they act...I love these silly boys!