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Here's a good one...
So my party had an impromptu last Thursday, and I asked my man Monday night if he would go (I always know about these things in advance). He said yes, and that was the last time I ever heard from him. Just like that, stopped returning calls, etc.
At first, I was worried about him. I really thought something must have happened when I didn't hear from him. My fears were relieved, though, when a sister informed me that he hit on her in the bar Wednesday night. At least I knew he was still alive and kicking.
I went to the impromptu alone, and it ended up turning out pretty well for me. Lots of men had been invited, so it wasn't really a date function because some girl invited the entire TKE house. So as it happens, I met a pretty nice boy.
So I traded in a sketchy grad student for a quality fraternity man. Funny how those things work out.
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