Thought of the Day: Maybe I am ready for an adult relationship.
This weekend, I met up with my little from Alpha Psi Omega, my college (theater) greek organization. She graduated from college a little over a month ago. And we spent a lot of time discussing the transition from college to real livin', as I had thus found it.
In college (we discussed), you met a guy on campus. You didn't have to worry about getting his number or even learning his name, because when you live on a campus of less than two thousand students, you will find the guy again. He will pop up at the cafeteria or the next frat party or one of the few sporting events you end up attending. He will happen to have dated two of your friends and spilled beer on a third at a party last week. You will find him. No problem.
And then you find out what party he will be attending on Friday, Saturday, or Thursday night (I was an Honors kid- my partying nights were limited). You show up. There is no need to dazzle said boy with your sparkling wit and excellent conversation skills...because you are both drinking heavily, and suddenly "Hey, you want another beer" IS sparkling wit and excellent conversation. And if the stars are aligned properly and you both get similarly intoxicated and aren't seeing anyone else (or, sadly, maybe you are), you could end up back in his room (or yours), 'watching a movie' and whatever watching a movie may lead to.
And that's meeting men in college.
Suddenly, in the real world, you have to drive places to meet men, you have to go to bars or restaurants or sporting events or other people's weddings, and everything is off-campus, because there is no on campus. If you take a liking to someone, you have to get his number or give him yours, or risk never seeing him again. After all, the world is much larger than a college campus. And you have to do all this in a state of semi-soberness, as you have to drive yourself home afterwards.
And I've been resisting. So far, in real world livin', though I have exchanged the occasional phone number at a bar, I've still been trying to stick to the tried and true 'drunkenly run into each other' approach to romance. It's been working all right. I do, after all, have a fully stocked fridge and a very large collection of DVDs.
But I think it has stopped working. I mean, the method still works. Guys are guys, no matter what the age (and they're generally a step behind anyway, right?). But I think it's stopped working for me. Which, in a way, is a shame. I'm giving up a certain light-heartedness. But that's the difference between college and real livin'.
Which returns me to the thought of the day: Maybe I am ready for an adult relationship.
Maybe.
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