Men in the room. MB in the pj's.

Not good.

With the UC Bearcats (traitor I am) yesterday, I went to a haunted house. "Went" is perhaps not the correct verb. "Carried, dragged, forced." We got as far as the parking lot, and came across "Monster on Stilts." Who noticed me freaking out, and decided to come closer. I turn and run, he follows. As fast as a man on stilts can. I quivered by the bookstore until everyone else caught up, and Phil (junior architect major and friend of Denise's roommate Chelsay,) picked me up and carried me all the way to the ticket booth. He then decided he wanted the front of the group, and I did not want to have anything to do with that, so Travis (another of Chelsay's guy friends,) decided to hold my hand. It ended up me grabbing his "flab" as he puts it. I clung to him like a teddy bear at night.

I felt like such a baby. Then again, I was. It ended up being an awesome way to meet some guys though (I don't think I've ever bonded with guys as well as last night - for knowing them for only a night,) and an easy way to loosen up and have fun.

On the phone with my dad tonight he pointed out that I go to XU and should be meeting people here. I need to put that on my list of things to do.