Weekend Recap

All of us female Hoyas have heard our fair share of bad pick-up lines. There was "So, what do you think of Bill Clinton?" and, my personal favorite, the kid who asked me if I had a prison record. Of course, I said no. And then he tried to make his move. So, countering this, I did a little Matrix-backbend and slid away. Just in case this story wasn't awkward enough yet, I'll have you know that I was holding a Brita pitcher throughout the entire event.

That being said, I would say that no pick-up line can come close to what I experienced on Friday night. Picture this: There's a creeper. He had creeped quite extensively, and I am free to detail his escapades since he is not a GU student and in fact lives thousands of miles away. At the party with a friend. Ask friend "Hey, can you block for me for a few minutes? I have a creeper on the chase." Being a nice guy, he watches out for me. We will call him Mr. President, because that's what he's gonna be someday. I'm standing between him (Mr. Prez) and another friend against a wall at this apartment.

This could not deter the perpetrator. He walks up not stumbling, seems to be hanging in there, maybe this won't be too bad, oh no he's nearly standing on top of me get me out and says "Hey...how do I say this lightly...wanna make out?"

At this point, Mr. Prez starts laughing and shaking his head, and friend on the right doesn't do much of anything but let his eyes get the size of dinner plates. Shock all around. I try to be like, "Umm, I'm sure you're really sweet, but I'm not going to do that here." Meanwhile, laughing Mr. Prez has grabbed a galpal who CryingDrunkFriended me out of the situation.

For those of you who may not be familiar with the CryingDrunkFriend- this move is a last-resort defense against creepers. When the Creeposaurus has cornered his prey (you), you give the signal (predetermined by the group of girls you're out with) and she will ambush you, screaming and giggling. By the time the hugging and squealing has died down, the creep will have evacuated the area.

The moral of this story is that I owe my floormates (my best-actress galpal and Mr. Prez) for ever and always for getting me out of that situation! Thanks yall!