Peach Connection

So this past weekend was just crazy. It made me realize that I am old. Like really OLD. I went back to my alma mater to the first football game of the season and it was a reality check. Everyone who is in college now was born in the 1990's! I was born in the early 80's. I have the beginnings of crow's feet and other icky wrinkles, and the kids in school these days don't. Ugh. So of course I didn't go out to the Athens bars to meet any potential dates, but let me tell you, there were guys there that were trying so hard to meet girls. I was in Athens, Georgia, I went to UGA.

My friend and I went to a tasty dinner at a fab restaurant called Speakeasy, and then hit the bars for old times sake. We enter the first bar, order drinks, and because it's so early (10:30 p.m.), we are able to sit down and relax. This period is the calm before the storm, so to speak. The college kiddos are "pre-gaming" or still getting ready or at fraternity band parties, so we had a relatively empty bar to ourselves. But within 30 minutes, this particular bar was swamped, and after being hit on by at least five college guys, we were over it.

We barhopped for a while just taking it all in and talking about our "adult" lives and how nice it would to be in college again. We were staying at my cousin's condo that weekend and his roommate wanted to meet up with us. So after seeing a bunch of people our own age at one bar, we met up with my cousin's roommate-Sam. He was this cute 20-year-old who was trying so hard to be cool. He left his own fraternity's brand party to come meet us, so that was sweet. But from then on, it was a downward spiral. My cousin had already told me that Sam thought I was hot, so I had that knowledge under my belt. Anyway he gets to the bar and proceeds to buy us like three shots. Phew after taking those, I definitely realized I was not in college anymore Toto. Then Sam's ex girlfriend calls him. Rewind a couple hours before we went to dinner. His ex comes over and parks her car at the condo parking lot because there was not enough room at the dorms where she was staying. Yeah right. Way to be sneaky. We all saw right through that. She was just trying to see him.

OK back to the present, we are hanging out at a bar downtown and it's slowly creeping toward 2 a.m. when the bars close and stop serving alcohol. Sam calls a pledge to come get us and he is slowly moving toward blacking out. His ex keeps calling and texting him begging him to come see her, come get her, etc. Poor Sam, the nice guy that he is will not tell her no, but instead says I'm too drunk, we'll talk tomorrow. And this is after Sam has confided in us that he wants to move on, date other people. He is simply too nice to tell her that he is done.

As his ex is furiously texted him that she loves him so much, it hits me. I am glad that I'm old, albeit single and old, but seasoned. As Sam receives each text, I literally see two trains speeding towards each other, resulting in a drama riddled firey ending. This girl is sacrificing her pride and humiliating herself each time she sends Sam a desperate text. But I've been there, I know what it's like. But at least this time, I know that nothing good can come from it. So although I might say I am old, I would daresay that I have matured in my "old age."