My First Time in a Date Auction

By Arriel Vinson

The bid started at $3. Trebby Ellington, Vice President of Epiphany Modeling Troupe, told the bidders my name, major and my “ideal perfect date.” Mela Archibald, a member of Delta Sigma Theta, stood at the computer and turned the slow jams on Pandora up, as we all waited for someone to bid for me.

EMT, Kappa Alpha Psi fraternity, and Delta Sigma Theta sorority hosted a Date Auction in Woodburn Hall. The event started at about 7:30 p.m. and included a mingling session afterward for people who placed a bid on a person or gift bag. The proceeds went to Big Brothers Big Sisters.

I signed up for the date auction at EMT practice, not knowing how nerve-wracking this event would be the day of. Us models who signed up for the date auction received an email a few days before the auction, being told to reply with our name, major, & our ideal perfect date. The next day, we received another email telling us to wear something classy (i.e a dress, skirt, blazer, etc). After reading that, I freaked out. I immediately walked to my closet, ripping dresses off the hanger trying to find the perfect one.

I thought about the date auction all day. I asked as many friends as I could to come bid or at least support, but only 2 came. Call time was 6:30 p.m. and I was rushing to find a hairstyle and do my makeup. I finally got to Woodburn at 6:30 p.m. on the dot. I changed in the bathroom and checked myself out in the mirror, then finally went to the lecture room.

From the time I arrived to the time the event started, us EMT models, Kappas, & Deltas sat around in our outfits, took pictures, and talked about the bids we may/may not get. The doors finally opened at 7:20 p.m. A crowd larger than I expected walked in and sat down. Trebby and Mela told them it would be a few more minutes before we started. They played an R&B station on Pandora from the computer and let the crowd converse.

Finally, the auction began. Everyone getting auctioned sat in the front. Once our name was called, we had to wait for an escort (for models, it was a Kappa, for Kappas it was a Delta, and so on). I was the second or third person to go. My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking. I didn’t want to not get bid on. I stood up from my seat and waited for a Kappa escort, who walked me to the middle of the room. I stood there smiling as Trebby read my description. The crowd was silent once she told the audience they could start bidding. I looked around nervously, still smiling and hoping that anyone would bid. Finally, Caleb Keys, a freshman, shouted, “We got $5 right here” as soon as he walked in the door and seen me standing there. I smiled with relief. Trebby confirmed his bid and asked if anyone wanted to bid for six dollars. We waited, and the crowd was still silent.

Mela turned to me and asked if I wanted to do a short model walk. I agreed as she turned up the music on Pandora and I strutted across the room, still smiling and hoping for a bid. Once I was done, no one else bid for me. Trebby announced my $5 bid again and I hurried to my seat.

I watched the others get bidded on, some who got more than me and some who got less. I couldn’t stay long because I had to go to work soon after. Although I missed the mingling session (complete with Chipotle, Valentine’s snacks, and drinks), I had a fun time participating in the Date Auction. Once it was over, I realized that it wasn’t that bad.

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