See, you're already a couple of steps ahead of all those mooks. You can get drunk and laid in the same weekend **any time you want**. It's one of the best things about being married, I've found. EVEN BETTER is that you don't HAVE to get drunk (or get someone else drunk) to get laid.
PLUS, when they start telling all their embarassing stories, you can just sit back with that sardonic grin and the sparkle in your devilish blue eyes and say, "Amateurs. I was doing that, and better than you are, ten years ago."
You don't have to say it out loud or anything.
Also, I don't know about you, but my first couple of years of university weren't altogether that much different from high school. Which is to say, the stupid cliques were still there, passing judgement on anyone who didn't wear the right clothes; most of the people I had to be around were drooling morons, and the best option of someone interesting to talk to was the old guy sitting at the back of the class with the sardonic grin.
So I think you're set.
Besides, you might be the only person in many of your classes who actually knows what it's like to live in the real world.
PLUS, when they start telling all their embarassing stories, you can just sit back with that sardonic grin and the sparkle in your devilish blue eyes and say, "Amateurs. I was doing that, and better than you are, ten years ago."
You don't have to say it out loud or anything.
Also, I don't know about you, but my first couple of years of university weren't altogether that much different from high school. Which is to say, the stupid cliques were still there, passing judgement on anyone who didn't wear the right clothes; most of the people I had to be around were drooling morons, and the best option of someone interesting to talk to was the old guy sitting at the back of the class with the sardonic grin.
So I think you're set.
Besides, you might be the only person in many of your classes who actually knows what it's like to live in the real world.
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