During lunch with my friends and RA one day, I was telling stories of a party I went to that weekend. My RA said, “I’m surprised that you’re into that kind of fun.”
I asked jokingly, “Is it because I’m nerdy and soft-spoken?”
“Yes,” he said, a bit too seriously.
Since starting college, I’ve been going out almost weekly. As a girl who did not go to a single party and never took a single sip of alcohol during high school, this surprises me, too. But I’m beginning to rationalize this apparent contradiction.
Reason One: I fucking love music. I’m a hoe for dance/EDM music, and — more recently — I’m realizing that I love dancing (badly) to it, too.
I’m pretty sure that the handful of innocent live concerts I’ve attended during high school was a gateway drug to this kind of craving. At a concert, a critical part is the atmosphere of the crowd — of people being so hype and so happy about something you also love. So in my mind, a frat party is like a lesser version of a live concert. No rockstar present, obviously, but when a song comes on that everyone knows the words to, the hype is nearly at that level.
Though I won’t turn down a tasty mixed drink, alcohol is really not the main appeal for me at a party. Though, I thoroughly enjoy using other drunk people as an excuse to act more wildly. Plainly, I like pretending to be drunk more than I like to actually be drunk.
It’s kind of weird that a dork who struggles to make small talk at a dinner party frickin’ loves getting lit in sweaty, crowded rooms. I can’t really explain it, except that I enjoy absorbing energetic environments, even if I’m not contributing much to the energy myself. Still, I am the way I am, and I do get tired after a while. I’m not a “party all night” type of gal, maybe a “party for two hours” type. Once I do reach my limit, I’m quite impatient to run back to my dorm and jump under the covers. And, as a Proud Introvert who fraternizes with fellow socially-resentful people, it’s kind of hard to find friends of the same parties-hard-but-woah-not-that-hard preference. But I’m working on it.
Reason Two: getting with guys is easier at frats. Less conversation needed.