We all have that one guy that got away. Everything seemed perfect until all of the suddenly fell apart. You don’t know why but it just did so you resort to drinking too much vodka and bawling your eyes out while your friends try to take you home before you make a bigger scene at the party.

At first he was your typical frat guy, you met him at his frat house, and never took him seriously. You both were a little too drunk and everything seemed like a good idea. You exchanged numbers and he really tried. He texted you and genuinely seemed interested in everything you had to say. You started to like him, but you told yourself you were a “cool girl” and were in college now, so feelings did not exist. But he made himself into your everyday life.

You gave him the world, shared your special, secret dorm snacks and honestly cared for his academic standing; to the point of staying up correcting papers together. You were best friends at one point and he opened up to you about things he would never tell his brothers. Nothing could go wrong for you guys, your friends loved him and started to trust in him. He was so much more than just the letters on his sweater, but instead he was a decent human being and you loved to have him around.

Of course, you did realize it was just college and no one wants to get stuck in a relationship, so you were cool with the whole casual dating thing. You settled for cute coffee dates, going on smoking walks and talking about your days. “Hanging out” meant getting drunk off cheap liquor, oversharing and then the occasional sloppy making out which resulted in him spending the night.

One night, during oversharing, he opened up about his ex-girlfriend. He swore he was over her, things ended bad and that he hadn’t had any communication with her since the school year started. You trusted him, because why not.

And then…

Your girlfriends text you that they just saw him with another girl on campus. But who?! He doesn't speak to any other girls; he’s always with you. When does he have time?

It hits you.

It’s his ex-girlfriend. He brought her all the way out from wherever she goes to school. You don’t know what to do. You feel betrayed, lied to, cheated on. You decide that showing up to his frat house party that weekend seems like a good idea until you see them together and next thing you know someone is pouring shots of tequila into your mouth in the middle of the dance floor.

You wake up to random text messages the next morning and no bra.

You realize that maybe you’re not ready to get "wifed" up. Especially not guys like that, frat guys (not saying that all frat boys are the same, but some do end up falling into the stereotypes), but it’s OK because you’re in college and you still need to get your life together and do tons of biology homework before you can worry about crying over random boys that were toxic anyway.