Vox Querentis: Sorority Semi Scrape Scene Alliteration

Sorority Semis are witness to more scraping than a fraternity basement. This can be deduced observationally by observing the KDE semi and contrasting it to the concurrent Heorot Dance Party, or by examining eyewitness accounts and expert testimonials. Either way, the conclusion is the same: more intense scraping can be found at a sorority semi than at a fraternity dance party.

The expectations are much higher. You’re either going with a friend-date, or you’re a clear mismatch with your date and there’s no chance the chemistry will align long enough for you to slip your tongue in. You’ve spent your entire night watching the couples around you get cuter and cuter, eventually going from a cute pong celebration to a full-on dance floor makeout. The basement starts emptying out, and only the dregs are left.

You have three options. The first is to leave. This is simply not a possibility. You came to a semi, and you’re going to go home with somebody. Anything else would be a failure.

The second option is to try to convert on your date. But you’ve probably been subtly feeling out if you could do that all night, and it’s just not happening.

Your third option is to mix and match with somebody else’s date. Go ahead, head on up to the dance floor and check it out. You’ll find twenty other people looking to do exactly what you’re doing. Taking home somebody’s date. Who cares why they’re dissatisfied? They’re not into their date, and that’s that. You’re not going to go home with yours. Might as well capitalize on the DJ and the bubble of false expectations.

Contrast this to a fraternity dance party. From the second you walk in, you’re sketched out. You feel too old to be there. You’re looking around the room for that one person you’ve been flitzing with who mentioned that they might stop by at some point between 9 and 3. All you see are sweaty faces. Who is that couple over there grinding sexually? You feel inadequate. You try to talk to a random person. They immediately know your intentions and reject your advances. It’s an impossible situation.

Flash back to the semi. You’re dancing with somebody you know tangentially. Their date looks like a muggle, so no harm no foul. The dancing gets more and more sexual. Makeout! You need not say more. You both wordlessly go to get your jackets. Success. Beeline for the other person’s room. Who cares if it’s not how you envisioned it?

The rest is up to you. Write the future.