Well, it is my theory that many of the girls on our floor (thank goodness none of the girls from our apartment) fell prey to either werewolves, mad cow, or were genetically altered into shark-women, because since these poor little RM's arrived it has been a veritable flirting frenzy. You can cut the hormone-crazed air with a knife, or anything else that can cut through air...
Us college babes that still have our sanity think it's rather pathetic, disturbing, and also ridiculously funny to watch. We figure, we'll keep our distance for now, be friendly, and let all the womarks (woman sharks? maybe sharkoman is better) tear each other to pieces before we make any kind of move on the eligible men next door.
Do you guys have any advice to get the new men to notice how irresistibly gorgeous/smart/non-genetically altered/sane we are? We'd love to hear what you think!
Ambrosially yours,
paprika
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