On Friday I was enjoying the beautiful day and sunshine when I ran into a group of prospective students near Watson Hall. Among the curious parents and wide-eyed high school kids was one girl wearing a loose-fitting blouse, black leggings and Ugg boots.

As I walked by in a T-shirt, shorts and sandals, I laughed out loud and said to the girl, ‘Wow, you’re definitely gonna go here.’

With one of the coolest, most stylish and attractive female populations in the country, Syracuse University has more than enough stone-cold foxes to keep a guy like me plenty pleased with his surroundings. That being said, whether it is by necessity, comfort, trend, evil mind-control device or unwritten law, about half of the girls on campus wear the exact same thing from October through March.
   
The legging-Uggs combination and North Face look have a certain undeniable appeal, but a long winter at SU makes a guy weary of staring at the same getup for six months. Still, when I saw that adorable prospective student BBM-ing away to all her BFFs back home, I cracked a smile.
   
That’s because on Friday, for the first time all year, that outfit was the exception, not the rule.
   
Oh, there was summer wear galore! Brightly colored sundresses that swayed delicately in the wind? Yes, sir. Girls wearing short-shorts playing Frisbee on the Quad? Of course. Hotties in bikinis suntanning outside? Totally. Naked swimsuit models playing volleyball in the Watson courtyard and caressing each other with suntan lotion, while Barry White serenades over a loudspeaker? You bet your sweet bippy.
   
With the females in mind, I packed up my Frisbee, found a spot on the Quad near a couple cuties and spent the afternoon pretending to play catch with my friends.
   
Some call it ‘the first day of spring,’ others call it ‘halter top day’ and it’s also known as ‘skirt day.’ I don’t have a name for what happened on Friday. I just refer to it as ‘the greatest f***ing thing ever.’ Whatever it was, it was pretty spectacular.
   
While beautiful days at SU are few and far between, most of us have at least one friend at a warm-weather school where random bikini sightings are the norm. They laugh at our frigid weekend Ice Capades and then complain for 10 minutes about how crowded the pool outside their dorm room gets on Thursday afternoons.
   
It’s hard not to get jealous of their sunshine-filled lifestyle, even on those rare occasions when the Weather Gods grace us with sunshine and warmth. However, I wouldn’t trade our crappy winters for their eternal summers if I had the chance.
   
You see, watching an SU campus swarmed with sunbathing babes seven days a week would be the end of my life as I know it. I would flunk all my classes, blow off my deadlines and turn into a dirty old man who spends every waking hour trying to re-enact scenes from ‘Baywatch’ by the swimming pool at Archbold Gymnasium.
   
That’s why, after getting a taste of what warm weather does to this school, I don’t mind putting my leggings back on, slipping on some Uggs and hopping on a campus tour with a bunch of prospective hotties dressed just like me. The sundresses, short-shorts and bikinis can wait until summer.
   
Though, on second thought, the nearly naked female volleyball players could totally hang in my Watson quad with me for the rest of the semester. As long as they promise to lather me up with sunscreen every day. I burn easily.

Danny Fersh is a sophomore broadcast journalism major and his column appears every Wednesday. He would like to assure his female readers that he will not be posting those pictures he took of you on Facebook. Also, check out the Fresh Squeeze’s triumphant return this week on dailyorange.com. He can be reached at dafersh@syr.edu.
 

Published on April 6, 2010 at 12:00 pm