I feel like I posted this before but maybe I haven't.
My junior year I lived with a member of ABC. Long story, we both got stuck in what's called "supplemental" housing, aka an old study lounge that's been converted to a large room. Basically it was because we had both wanted to live on our sorority floor but there wasn't room/we requested it too late. Anyway, she was a great roommate and I am SO glad that we were together during formal recruitment.
After every night we'd come home and whine about all the dumb things women would say to us. We'd also talk about our rush crushes. Neither one of us ever said the names of our rush crushes, just facts about them, and the day of pref I told her 'you'd better not steal my rush crush, biddy' (we had that kind of love-to-make-fun-of-the-other relationship). She laughed and said that she wouldn't, and I promised we wouldn't take hers.
I preffed my rush crush, along with another one of my rush crushes. I never did know the name of my roommate's rush crush, so I'm not even sure if she was at our pref party, but she probably was, as women who pref ABC almost invariably pref Sigma as well.
Flash forward to bid day, my first rush crush goes ABC. We're still friends, we see each other all the time at all Greek events, but inside I'm always a bit sad. Roommate's rush crush did not go ABC though, sadly. But the good news out of this story is that my second rush crush that I preffed became probably my favorite new member ever and she's now our president.
Just goes to show that things have a way of working themselves out in the end.
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