It was Friday night and I had nothing to wear.
No, I’m not going metro. I just wasn’t ready to get back into the laundry-doing routine. With the majority of my shirts residing in the hamper, I had two choices left: my new, fashionable, sparkly long sleve shirts, and a black and white shirt with the words: "GEEK - PLEASE DATE."
It was a tough choice, but I decided to hope that girls like honesty.
I figured the best place to try out my new attire would be the HUB. I mean, it’s LateNight - there’s got to be at least one geek-friendly girl in the entire student union.
Unfortunatley, anyone even remotely geeky was already fully immersed in bingo by the time I got there.
So I tried the break dancing competition in Alumni Hall instead. I didn’t have much luck there, either.
Although I think my clothes were less dorky than the guy in the golfing attire, the ability to spin around on your back seems to count more with the ladies than what you’re wearing. After watching Rukkus, Frylock, and Da Future battle it out for break-dancing champion, I started to think that maybe I was targeting the wrong audience with my geek shirt.
So I left the HUB and tried a fraternity instead. I was surprised they even let me in with the geek shirt on, but once inside, the level of drunken revelry was so high that I doubted anyone there was still capable of reading anway.
Saturday night, I was determined to try something new fashion-wise. In fact, I was going to a highlighter party so I didn’t really have to think about what to wear. I just threw on my trusty Palmer Art Museum t-shirt, put my mini-highlighter in my pocket, and off I went.
Since the point of the party is to write on people's clothing, I figured everyone else could determine my fashion statement for me. All I had to do was get cool people to write cool stuff on my shirt and I was sure a change in my Facebook relationship-status would follow.
When I took of the shirt at the end of the night, one person had written that I was "sexy." There were also encouragements towards non-traditional intercourse and a drawing of what appears to be a bone-shaped, hairy object that I "love."
So while both nights were highly entertaining, my Facebook relationship status remains at single. At least that will leave me more time to do laundry this week.
