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Take Away Info:: This post was contributed by Dennis Hong. An extremely entertaining writer who's been seen on sites like Cracked, The Frisky, and Dear Wendy.
 
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Frat Life

I confess. Back in college, I was in a fraternity. And yes, I engaged in some of the dumbass behaviors you probably associate with fraternities.

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Even today, friends sometimes express surprise when they find out that I was a “frat boy.” Other times, when I’m caught in moments of douchiness, I’m told that I’m “still such a frat boy.”

But, I have a dirty secret to tell:

I’m proud to be frat boy. I have exactly zero regrets about being in a fraternity, because my fraternity made me the guy I am today.

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Amongst other things….

 

You’ve heard the expression, “Kids can be so cruel”? You learn the meaning of “cruel” when you live in a house with 40 other guys, many of whom spend a solid portion of their waking hours in varying stages of belligerent drunkenness.

 

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“Drunkenness”….

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And this will do for “belligerence.”

 

I came into UCLA as an 18-year-old virgin, who had amassed arguably half a notch on his bedpost through high school. I wasn’t particularly ashamed (hence, my revealing my virginity to the guys), but the teasing over my lack of experience with women was fairly relentless.

And since I still had no clue how to approach women at that point, my prospects for evading the mockery anytime soon were bleak. The problem wasn’t that I was too shy to talk to people. The problem was that I was too shy to talk to strangers.

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Although the one on my left is way easier to talk to when I’m full of the one of my right.

 

In high school, there’s really no such a thing as a stranger. Even if you don’t know everyone at the school, you tend to know of almost everyone. So, you never have to suffer the dread of attempting to carry on a conversation with a person you just met.

In college, it’s all about meeting new people. When your house parties draw 500 guests, probably 490 of those guests are going to be strangers to you.

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My 500 closest friends at UCLA.

 

Even during exchanges (closed parties between a fraternity and a sorority), you’re not going to know most of the girls now milling about your living room. If you don’t go up and talk to them, you’re the loser hanging out in the corner, taking shots with all the other shy guys.

I still remember my first exchange. A busload of girls was dropped off at my fraternity house, and… I spent the entire night getting sloshed with the guys. At one point, I did accidentally make eye contact with a girl (which is to say, she caught me checking her out as I was walking past her). She smiled this beautiful, warm smile and said “hi.”

I said “hi” right back (at least, I managed that). But then….

I just kept right on walking, barely breaking my stride as I headed straight for the rows of waiting shot glasses on the counter behind her. Because I knew that if I stopped, my conversational ability had me at “hello.”

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Ron and Jose are way easier to talk to, anyway.

Not surprisingly, those of us who were too shy to talk to strangers got mocked. Incessantly.

But here’s the thing. In spite of it all, I never stopped believing that these guys had my back. I think they saw me as the awkward kid brother, wearing swim goggles and a beach towel cape, scampering through the house going, “nananananananana… Batmaaaaaan!”

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Hey, it was for a medieval-themed party.

Point being, they would tease me and belittle me in private. But, I knew they ultimately were looking out for me.

Like on my birthday one year, when I found myself sitting alone on the curb outside a bar. A girl came up to me, and I ranted to her for two minutes about how I was waiting for my “bro” Rich, and I had no idea where he was, and I was annoyed that he had totally ditched me. I remember her laughing at me and wishing me happy birthday, right before I passed out. As I found out two days later (when I finally regained full consciousness), Rich was standing right behind me the entire time. He was propping me up with his leg so that I could talk to this girl, because I was too drunk to even sit upright.

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30 minutes after the above incident.

Stories like this left me no doubt that my fraternity brothers made fun of me not because they were malevolent, but because they wanted me to stop being such a damned wallflower. And somehow, that made the difference.

I decided that anything—even getting shot down and embarrassed by one girl after another—was better than standing in the corner. And I certainly had examples, both good and bad. There were guys in the house who would blink, and girls would flock to them. There were also guys who were so indiscriminately aggressive that they had no problem approaching a group of girls, hitting on one, getting rejected, then turning to the girl’s friend, standing right next to her, and attempting the same pickup line.

We ran the gamut. And I absorbed it all. I quietly assimilated the ways the funny, charming guys carried themselves….

 

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On more than one occasion, Rich successfully passed himself off as Brad Pitt.

 

And I took mental notes on how not to be the creepy guy….

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Okay, T wasn’t one of the creepy guys. He just plays one in this photo.

 

By my senior year, I had no problem going up to random people and talking to them. All because the incessant teasing I had to endure gave me the motivation I needed—to learn to be friendly and outgoing, to learn to chat with strangers.

Even today, I still owe a good chunk of my social skills to my years in a fraternity.

So, call me a “frat boy” if you want. But “frat boy” is certainly better than whatever the hell I was before I became one.

This one goes out to my bros at Sigma Pi, UCLA.

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If you can find me in this photo, you’ll notice that it’s an appropriate metaphor for the late start my dating life got off to.

 

 

Dennis is a relationships/comedy writer. (Or is that redundant?) He blogs here and doles out dating advice here. You can also follow him on Twitter.



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