Frat

Kristen is dating a guy in a fraternity here in town. Since she was going over to the frat house to play sand volleyball tonight, I thought Tiger and I'd go along. It was fun to play a game at night when it's finally cooled off here, but it was weird to be around college guys again. They are so young. I forget what a drag they can be. They're not particularly good conversationalists. The one conversation I did hear revolved around flunking a bowling class (bowling for goodness sake!) and having to take it over. Wow, not exactly my kind of people.

I feel so old and dated. Obviously, I live in a different world. It's weird, because it doesn't feel that long ago that I was in college. I didn't hang out with frat guys. (Well, there was that one guy who was the damn president of the fraternity, but I think I was just a novelty. He found it exciting and weird to hang out with the "weird art student".) I guess it's experiences like this that make me realize I've grown up. That I'm not cool anymore. That I can't go back in time. That I need to rethink how I picture myself.

I wasn't ready to feel like this.

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