If you're comfortable with armpit hair, leg hair, etc (IYKWIM), and are comfortable in your own (and other's) sweat, grime, and other crusted bodily fluids, you may get an invite.
If you like poking sharp sticks at the EPMB whenever we can get him in a cage, you may get an invite.
If you can drink your weight in Tequila and still ride your Vespa hog back to your dormitory room after a hard day's work terrorizing a local village sheriff's department, you might get an invite.
If you were voted most likely to be a Raunchy Girl by your high school class, and can prove you boinked the football team and the pep squad, you might get an invite.
If you pass your entrance exam in innovative group sex, you stand a good chance of getting an invite.
And if, when you are about to go against your Redemption Island challenger, you say out loud to a national television audience that you are willing to boink the entire Survivor Island production crew as aften as they like and have all their babies, you not only will get personal invite from me, you will get a full scholarship to The Raunchy School For Really Really Raunchy Girls, where ever we might be holding classes.
But yes, the leggings will have to go.