I persisted and drew my number on the hottie's arm, only later did I realize my error...

The night before formal initiation into my sorority, the sisters sent my pledge class out on a "photo hunt." Basically the point was to get us wasted. Needless to say, they accomplished their mission.

We went to some parties and found places to take the required pictures. This included finding a "man in uniform." After we were successfully hammered, we headed uptown to find a cop in uniform to take our picture. Thank God someone pointed out what would be the obvious to a sober person, that drunk freshmen should not be taking a picture with a police officer. After that, we went to a fraternity to get a picture with one of their composites. While the other girls in our group decided to take shots, one girl and I found who we thought was the hottest guy in the composite and went in search of him. We went down to the basement, and found a room full of the brothers. The problem was, there were ONLY the brothers there, not another female in sight. When faced with a room full of males staring at you, many girls might turn and leave. But we had all the confidence in the world, so I marched right up to the hot boy from the picture. I said I needed to take a picture with him for our photo hunt. Ironically enough, his last name was Foto. After looking at me like I was an alien, he agreed and I got my picture. My friend and I quickly left. But the embarrassment did not end here.

At our next fraternity party, I saw a foam pit and I wandered off with another friend. (I tend to wander when drunk.) After playing in the (packaging) foam for a while, I spotted a boy I had "admired" in the fraternity. So being as ballsy (wasted) as I was, normally I am scared shitless of guys, I went up to him and introduced myself. I assumed because I am prettier than he is (at Miami we have TONS of "pretty" boys), he would be ecstatic at my interest in him. I attempted to give him my phone number, but he "forgot his cell phone." This was not going to stop me, though. I offered to call him right then to leave my number in his phone, but he said he forgot his number.

Nevertheless, I persisted.

I found someone with a pen and drew it on him. He then told me he had to go to the bathroom, but when he didn't come back for a while, I lost interest and left. I then stopped drinking for the night, and went to a few more parties before heading back to our suite (we don't have sorority houses). I had sobered-up a lot by this point, and told a friend about my proud, and rare, moment of giving out my number. Later, just as I was falling asleep, I realized something. I hadn't given the boy my cell #, I had given him my parents’ house phone number! My friend laughed so hard it woke-up others, and soon the story spread. Unfortunately I wasn't sober enough to realize he wasn't interested in me! The next morning we had initiation, and were all hung-over. We went to a reception afterwards, and to my surprise, all of our parents were there, including mine! After seeing their daughter for the first time hung-over, I then decided to give them another shock by telling them that I had given out their number to a strange boy. I felt obliged in case he called, which I was still totally convinced he would do. Both of them knew this wasn't my normal behavior; my mom was proud and dad was really starting to worry about who I was turning into! Needless to say, the boy never called. But besides being it being really awkward now, at least I got a good story out of it!