When I say you're dating the brothers, I mean that you'll be spending a large portion of your weekend with all the boys. And if your boyfriend lives at the house, then you'll see them all the time. This part is weird because when I say dating the brothers, I also mean that you are bound to them, not that you are actually taking them anywhere. They kind of turn into your brothers as well, assuming you're accepted enough and that they take that initiative.
You date their rules because they have a ton of them. You're not allowed to be rush help, even if you really love the fraternity and all they stand for. You can't know the details of guys night and you aren't supposed to hear the things they let slip. You're not supposed to still their stitches shirt and only wear the letters if your outfit represents them well. Some of these rules aren't written and are more guidelines, but they're still kind of enforced.
You date their traditions. Some fraternities are more strict than others, which is okay. Some are more rooted in their traditions and some aren't. All fraternities are different. You date the tradition to do a chant at each party. You learn the words to said chant and it gets stuck in your head for weeks. You learn the facts and your Greek alphabet and the lingo used regarding fraternities. You find yourself thinking about how weird it is that these guys have a schedule to dress up by and that they spend every Wednesday at Bullfrogs or Fuzzy's.
My personal least favorite is that you date their parties. My social anxiety goes crazy in the small fraternity house that is the same model of my stepdads house from when he lived alone in Nacogdoches. They fit all these people in a small area and blast the music so that it pounds through the walls. I can only do parties in big areas, which is why I stay outside most of the time. You're basically dating on a schedule of social events that you feel bad not attending or even scared not to attend because of how many women will be all over your man. You're dating the puke, the dirty dishes, the pounds of trash, and the late nights. You're dating a walking party machine.
You're dating the colors. My boyfriend's fraternity's colors are those that I once thought were sacred to Christmas. Yet they wear their red and green throughout campus, making me want the sky to unleash snow and make a list for Santa. But just wait, the social functions usually come with t-shirts. They're usually the colors. If you get a t-shirt, you're getting the sacred colors.
A GDI is a God Damn Independent. I am a GDI, Greek life is a mystery to me and I could never be a sorority girl. I don't care to shellack makeup or do my hair at 7 am, just to go to Poultry Science. So I understand that as a GDI, I have a lot of freetime. I value my freetime. I take it and hold onto it for dear life. If you so choose to date a GDI, you're smart. You don't become involved with a huge group, you don't date a whole party, but you also don't date a group of amazing men who would stand up for you when your boyfriend does something wrong. You aren't dating a group of men who will tell you when you're wrong, and how to fix it. You aren't dating man children, or even their potential to be amazing grown men. You aren't dating a guy who wears more themed t-shirts than you, or maybe you are.
There are pros and cons to each. GDIs can be just as bad as fraternity boys and vice versa. Just remember that your boy is more than his title. He's not just a fraternity boy. He's a fraternity boy, a gamer, a 300 fan, a loyal friend, a funny roommate, a giraffe, a great bacon cooker, but most of all, he's my amazing boyfriend.
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