“Would you marry me?” John’s eyes were sweet, and looked into mine earnestly.
“Why would you want to marry me?”
“I’m tired of being alone.” Well it wasn’t what every body would like to hear, but it was honest. It was the truth. John Baker, President of his associated student class, college graduate, majoring in law and minoring in criminal justice. John Baker who had a wonderful successful job set up for him as soon as summer was over, he was tired of being alone. I couldn’t help but feel sorrow, if this successful overachiever was doomed what in the world did that say for the rest of us?
I clinked John’s beer with my own gave him a pat on the back and stood up making my way to the Sig Pi backyard. One of my fraternity brothers, John had always been the leader, someone for all of us to look to in times of crisis. And here he was asking me, one of his own brothers to marry him. I mean of course him having had a few 6 packs of bud light and 5 or so Yeager-bombs, did play into this proposal. But I do believe that in his drunken ganter there was a bit of truth. He was tired of being alone, we’d partied away the last 4 years, and not that I ever told anyone but I kinda figured that by graduation I’d know where I was headed. I’d at least have someone standing next to me to tell me it was all right that I didn’t know where I was headed, but here I was, here so many of us were. Leaving college and still unsure of what was to come.
I played it cool by the pool watching some of the sorority girls in there own drunken way attempt to seduce a few bros…But the end was in the back of my mind, so I gulped down another one in attempts to make it fade away.