Stuck in the Middle with You

Submitted by Emilia:

Mark and I met at a fraternity/sorority exchange and hit it off from the start. We hung out a few times and talked constantly, so when he asked me to be his date for a fraternity cocktail party, I said yes.  Boy, was that a bad idea.

The party was to start at 9PM. Mark called at 8:30 to tell me he was running late and would get me at 10. I was already dressed in a hot beaded dress I got for the occasion, so I just sat around… until 11. Mark arrived wearing a hideous Hawaiian shirt and flip-flops.

We went to the cocktail, which was held at one of the brothers’ houses across town from my apartment. I didn’t know too many people there so I hung out with my date... until his best friends came and announced that it was time for them to get high.

Mark looked at me and said, “I gotta go.”

I told him that I didn't smoke and he said that he “thought so” but was going to do it so I could either go watch, or find something else to do.  I found another brother I had met and hung out with his group of friends until my date found me… over an hour later.

As the night went on, I got progressively more intoxicated so I let the smoking incident slide. At 3AM, everyone headed out. Mark was too drunk to take me home.

I asked him what the hell I was supposed to do since it was way too far to walk and I hadn’t planned on calling my friends to rescue me. He suggested that I wait for him to sober up enough to walk me home.

The other brother who I hung out with earlier was the sober driver for the night, so he gave me a ride home.

A week later, Mark called and asked if I’d want to be his date for a fraternity formal. I said I wasn’t going to risk getting stranded somewhere else.