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Athletes tell us why they get more girls than frat boys
You know one when you see one: prison house backpack, bag tags and the busy Nike-issued gear. It’s so easy to elite out an jock anyplace on your campus. Ever wonder if they observance chicks staring and giggling with their friends when they walking by?
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Picture this: A board jam-packed with college students malodorous of rakish Light and sweat. A itsy-bitsy grinding action in the corner and a girl dancing in the in-between of a table, reasoning she’s the hottest matter since sliced bread. Boys who look hardly old enough to have done with in flood school wearying inert gas unripened shirts that say “sober monitor,” belongings the key to quality and new friends in their hands—aka warm keg beer.