My RA is a Faceless Bro

I want Kwesi back.

This isn't to say that I completely hate his replacement. I'm sure the new the new RA Bob* is a really nice guy. He's a frosh business major, and when I first saw him, I won't lie, I thought he was hot. As a first impression, he seemed pretty cool.

*Not his real name.

Problem is, I haven't really seen him since the introduction. Well, I have and I haven't.
The next time I saw him after the floor meeting, I didn't recognize him. He didn't look different, so physical change isn't a factor. It's just that he looks like such a bro.

According to this informative NewsLine investigative report, a bro is "an 18-to-24-year-old male who wears Birkenstock sandals, watches Family Guy, plays Ultimate Frisbee, and wears an upside-down visor or a baseball cap with a pre-frayed brim."

He's usually pretty very clean cut and cute, in a generic-looking frat boy kind of way.

Problem is, he's so generic that you can't pick him out of a line-up. For real. If RA Bob tipped over Rogan's on a Saturday night and I was asked to identify him, he would go free (and Top Shelf would be out of cheap liquor). The kid was walking up the stairs behind me and said nothing. I didn't even know he was the RA until it hit me about five minutes later.

Kwesi, on the other hand, is a pretty recognizeable individual. And not just because he's black. It's because he actually made the effort to put himself out there and say hi, or creep on us shamelessly at the dining halls, rather than communicating with the floor almost completely with Post-it notes.

So to RA Bob, I have some advice: come talk to us! Really, we're a pretty friendly and open floor (sometimes too friendly and open). We don't bite (unless you want us to, maybe you're into that).

And please, dye your hair purple or something so that I recognize you.