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My boyfriend has never been the biggest fan of me being Greek (probably because he just doesn't understand it), but I think the silliest back-and-forth we've had about it went like this:
Me: "I'll be back later than usual tonight; I have a meeting and ritual."
Him: "Ritual? Do you like .. make yourselves bleed .. or make sacrificial lamb offerings?"
Me: [blank stare] "Yes. I'll need you to do a load of whites with bleach when I get home."
For a half a second he thought I was serious, but caught the sarcasm and never asked about it again.
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* theta phi alpha *
nothing great is ever achieved
without much enduring
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