Today in the dining-hall I stood behind The Jocks. They are a rather rowdy table of campus sports and drinking personalities who I usually ignore (with all my effort).

However, since meal serving was delayed today, I found myself standing next to them listening to their conversation while digging my nails into the squizhy non-slip coating of my tray.

The conversation started off about Gucci. Seriously, I thought discussing fashion and R3000 pairs of shoes was a girl thing. Clearly, I was wrong. They then moved onto the topic of the one guy's love life and how he'd cheated on his girlfriend and had better stay away from her. They teased him fondly about being a home-wrecker and then told him to go get checked for STIs as if this was some big joke. The conversation moved swiftly onwards to the night's plans and how drunk they were gonna get. One of them remarked proudly "I haven't chundered in a while hey, it's been about two weeks" clearly he aimed to change this. They spent the rest of the time in the line trying to work out which establishment was offering the best deal.
I suppose this is how most of the Jocks pass economics (it is widely known that most of them are registered for a Bachelor of Commerce).

The line moved on, they gave sweet smiles to the serving staff and then gathered around their special table in the corner where their loud manly voices could be heard cheering and booing eachother on about god knows what.

Never have I been more happy that I'm not a size 0 and that I wear more than a large belt to dinner. Yay for being the nerdy girl who they don't notice and never has to deal with them! Seriously though, what girl on earth could possibly find those kids (for that is what they are) attractive?