What Saran Said

I was sitting out back the other night, nursing a poor man's drink, when my neighbor stepped outside to have a cigarette. She sat down next to me and we had a talk.


Saran is not somebody that I would have met if it hadn't been for the virtue of situational circumstance. I'm sure she would say the same thing. She is a sorority girl and I am hardly a lady. She is the peachiest of any peach I've ever had the pleasure of talking to.  I am a lecherous old homosexual man in a 22 year old girl body.


We were talking and we started glossing over our love lives, as girls are prone to do in the midnight hour. Our romantic exploits could not possibly have been more different. But we came to the same conclusion three cigarettes later.

Both of us believe in love. I felt pretty stupid about it. She felt pretty stupid about it. But then we brought it up. And it was such a relief to know that somebody else is on your team when the modern world makes you feel like an asshole for believing such a thing. It's good to have a friend when you're fighting against the logic of the masses.

So the next time you have a chance to chit chat with a sorority girl... Do it. You can't imagine how good it feels to have a Phi Mu back your shit up, whatever your shit may be.