There were 1 or 2. That being said National Geographic could have a documentary field day regarding the mating habits of the "great northern popped collar bro bird". About 3 days into my freshman year, alll the way back in 2000, all the "hot girls" would have literally a "pack" or "gaggle" or 5-7 guys following her around.

She would traipse uncaringly, apparently unawares of her new found social standing, eating at the student union, and no sooner that she purchased her over priced under cooked french fries, she would sit in a highly conspicuous section of the union and, as if timed, her harem would hungrily descend upon her vying for the slightest interpretation of indifferent affection.

If the bros had waddles they would have inflated them, demonstrating they there were indeed better than thier fellow bros. One father flew for united, delta, or southwest, another had a jeep, and yet another had "digs that were totally sweet" painstakingly crafted by stolen common area furniture.

Sooner or later she would have "made her way" through the harem, and inevitably grow tiresome of them. Dejected and dissappointed, the bros would give thier solumn cry of " No dude, seriously, shes a total #$itch." Luckily in a matter of days the males now "totally over it, dude" and the "high-fives" and 'bro-hugs" sufficently distributed, the males would seek out other packs, and thus Riddle mating season begins anew.

Ah nature, no matter how civilized we are, not matter how many ipods we purchase, or twinkies we attempt to microwave, we are all at the end of the day...animals.