Greetings! I hope you had a wonderful, relaxing (or not so relaxing), super fun spring break. I hope you met a super hot guy, had a fling, got his number, and that you are texting him like your life depends on it. Because as you know, along with the wonderland of boys that come with spring break also comes the aftermath- coming back to Baylor (insert exasperated grown). I mean I’ve never been a big fan of Baylor boys (obvi, I created a blog about them) but I never quite understood how different they really were until I was surrounded by other boys, hot boys, from other schools. These boys are exactly what I expected college boys to be like, they initiate conversation, they do double takes when you walk into a room, they buy you a Dr. Pepper (or some sort of beverage…), and they act like they actually like women!!! You could say that it’s the setting of spring break that made the difference that boys are just more outgoing and forthcoming in a party-setting…but I beg to differ. Case in point: while lying on the beach a cute group of boys approach, my friends and I perk up and give them the flirtatious stare, and they go on about their business not even glancing in our direction! We’re confused, we reevaluate our beach hair and bikini choices, and then we realize – those boys go to Baylor. Even on Spring Break they still had the ability to shoot our self-esteem down like a balloon. But besides the occasional Baylor boy interaction, spring break was a playground of non-Baylor boys. They were cute, charming (occasionally creepy), and let’s be honest…probably didn’t have the best intentions, but they were FUN. I came back to the great state of Texas with a newfound feeling of self-esteem, life was good and I looked the part. Then I got out of the car. A group of boys next door are throwing around a ball, I step out of the car expect heads to turn as my roommates and I pile out and once again the boys are completely oblivious. No cat calls, no waving, no “can I help you with your luggage”, nada. In that moment I realized more than ever, Baylor boys suck. They just do. Love them or hate them they’re never going to try very hard because they don’t have to. The best that we can hope is that we end up in the right place and the right time and actually find a good one. Or that we go to a graduate school that is starving for attractive females (I’ve heard Colorado is promising). In the meantime it’s time to remove that Beyonce attitude from storage and put on your best independent woman face, because we’re so fierce that these boys don’t deserve us anyway.
Peace and Blessings
p.s. The best cure for the post spring break blues (aka PSBB) is fro yo from 3 spoons and singing this at the top of your lungs http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYEDA3JcQqw , enjoy :)
