It’s that time of season when the leaves are falling, and the scent of college boys are lingering around in the air–it’s usually a smell of over-sprayed Axe and Old Spice with a little sweat mixed along with it.
It’s about this time when MidAmerica decides to advertise their annual event: TWIRP
For many of you who aren’t familiar with this term, I’m going to start off by saying: “No, this has nothing to do with twirking.”
When I came to MNU my freshman year, for the longest time, I thought TWIRP was pronounced TWIRK, and I was really confused as to why there was a big hype to it, and why everyone wanted to participate in it.
I mean, eww….???
Anyway, TWIRP is a short acronym that means: The Woman Is Required To Pay. Thus, girls grow magical marbles, and find the courage to ask a sweaty guy, of their choosing, out on a date.
It’s Supposed to be ROMANTIC–they say.
You’ll love it–they say.
It will be the best experience of your life–they say.
But I beg to differ. Whenever I think of TWIRP, I have one emotion: frustration.
So now, I get that you probably might feel my bitterness toward the situation. You might be grumbling things like: Why is it such a big deal? Don’t be sour about it. Really, what do you have to lose?
Oh, I’ll tell you what I have to lose: MY DIGNITY!
Ha, no, just kidding…
.but seriously. Asking a guy out takes major guts. If you ask out one of you’re good friends, you could risk losing a friendship, embarrassment, and rejection–which is a triple wammy!
From experience, I can personally say that the twirping thing didn’t work out for me. I was turned down–high and dry–before I even had the chance to process what had happened.
But hey, my experience doesn’t mean that this will happen to everyone. I’ve seen plenty of girls exceed in the TWIRP process.
So if you’re a girl wanting to do this–I say GO FOR IT.
And if you’re just another loner like me–Lay Low.
Ha, either way, I’ve got your back!
Till Next Time!