A Guy Who I Like to Call Skeeter

This past week the six of us consultants participated in what is called FEA Field Staff.  This conference consisted of about 12 different fraternites and one sorority. The conference was supposed to interfraternalize us and meet some people that could help us out on the road.  It was really funny, because at the same time here at Miami of Ohio, there was a high school girls volleyball camp going on.  Who in their right mind schedules for a bunch of fratters to have the opportunity to be around about 300 high school volleyball players.  Talk about Risk Management.  So anyway, at the conference there was quite the ratio of guys to girls, and having a girlfriend, it was great to sit back and check out what frat guys do best: Make a fool out themselves trying to pick up women.  For every one girl, there were 7 guys attatched to whatever piece of attention they could get.  Anyways, there was a guy in my group who was the biggest piece of work I have ever met.  He's that fraternity guys who wears nothing but pastelle dress shirts, revolves his life around himself, and will say anything to pick up a woman.  So obviously he was attatched to the girl in my group the whole time, and it was great to see her roll her eyes at everything he said.  One conversation went a little like this. (The conversation was pertaining to cats and this guy was next to the girl) 
 
Brian:  I hate cats
Derek: Really, I love them.  I have a cat at home named Snickers.  She is my pride & joy.
Kat (Girl): (Rolls Eyes)
Derek:  I would come upstairs and she would be on her back just ready for me to rub her stomach.  She looked like a little puffball.  My sensitive side changed the minute Snickers came into my life.
Kat: Came into your life?
Steve (On other side of the bus) (Thinking): Someone check to see if this guy has marbles.
 
It was great, and if you know me well enough, I just went with it and made fun of him the whole time.  The last day we were there I called him out during a group meeting.  We had all become very close and I made a fool of him in front of everyone.  I told him along with the group how big of a Skeeter he is, and that nobody is going to take him seriously on the road. When we were leaving he thanked me for "helping him realize his faults", and I said your welcome and gave him a pat on the ass and showed him to the door.