Dating Undergrads…
Like most people in my idiotic generation, the first thing I did after my breakup was change my facebook relationship status to ‘Single’. A few hours after the change, I received a how-you-doin’ message from a former high-school love interest. Well, at least I was interested. She was a Freshman and I was a Senior – I think the age gap prevented her from taking my advances seriously – at least that’s what I told myself at the time.
The girl, Naomi, is now a Senior at Penn and the daughter of an old family friend. My dad actually dated her mom (the family friend) when they were teenagers, and though there is absolutely no chance Naomi is my half-sister, simply having to consider the possibility adds some weirdness to the situation.
Anyways, after a few facebook emails, we scheduled a meetup. We were meeting for dinner and drinks, but it wasn’t entirely clear that the event was of a romantic nature, that is until she showed up in a cocktail dress. I felt pretty stupid in my jeans and tshirt.
The date went well. She is almost assuredly more intelligent than me but she still deferred to me regularly during the night – which was neat. I told her about the big case and my thoughts on opening my own firm. She’s planning to get her Master’s and/or PhD at one of the local universities. We both share a dislike foir the real world and jokingly made plans to run off to the Caribbean once we pay off our student loans.
I got a frustrating kiss on the cheek at the end of the date but by the time I got back to my place I had a facebook message saying, “I SHOULD HAVE REALLY KISSED YOU, NEXT TIME?”
And Val, if you read this, die.
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