Please register to participate in our discussions with 2 million other members - it's free and quick!Some forums can only be seen by registered members.I thought what I had was standard, that everyone else was just as devout an idealist as me.
It took me months into college to realize how wrong I was.
To be clear, this is not in reference to frat party hookups and dorm-room flings (though their prevalence came as a shock to me as well).
Dominant discourse, sadly, goes like this: The pickings are slim; it’s all second rounds and baggage and receding hairlines. But now, my life is rich and varied and independent and fun and full.
Most of us aim, at least, to improve our lives year by year (otherwise, what’s the point?! And by this settled age, life is often in a pretty good spot, or, at least, better and richer than it was in our 20s: great friends, a career with up to 20 years back-end development, enough money to be able to not have to live off lentils and all-you-can-eat-Tuesday buffets, and to head to the pictures once in a while. In my 20s it was pretty easy for someone to add to my life, because it wasn’t fully formed.
My romantic standards were for those who were looking not for one-night-stands, but for the companionship and connection of a relationship.