Sophomores, Dorm Life and Extra Long Twin Beds

Does that sound like the title of the sketchiest country song ever or what!?

This past weekend I went back to my old stomping ground, college! My school was a small, private school, where you could go anywhere alone and know you'd run into someone, but at the same time, there were always new people to meet. I loved it. LURRVED it! And I miss it everyday. Ah, the carefree days of youth.

I serve on my alumni board, and we had our semi-annual meeting this past weekend. After our last meeting, we were all heading out to have some nice dinner when...

We strolled past one of the town homes on campus. There were about a half a dozen guys outside, drinking, playing music, grilling. And it was a gorgeous spring day. One of the other alum (Class of '86) walked up to them and started talking. He's that type of guy. Next thing I know, we all have beers in our hands and are just shooting the shit. We needed to head up to the restaurant to meet with the rest of the board members, but the college boys were all like "You guys HAVE to come back." You know there's nothing college guys like better than making old alum get drunk and act crazy.

So, you are probably assuming that's where the story ends...Oh no, not Maxi. I definitely convince the others we do need to go back. So, after dinner, we buy a few cases of beet and go back to the party. By this time, a party was in full swing. When we walked up to the house, all the guys started hooting and hollering. And it wasn't just for the beer! Haha.

The next few hours are kind of a blur. There was dancing, major flirting, talking, drinking, you get the picture, totally college. Anyways, I'm not trying to boast or anything, but I was definitely the life of the party. Haha! Everyone wanted to know me and be my friend. I was everyone's partner in beer pong, I was the DJ, I was BFF's with girls and guys alike.

Of course the guys were soooo flattering. I forgot how much I love younger guys.

College Dude: "You're an alum!? No way, I thought you were visiting a friend here. How old are you? Like 23?"

Me: "Oh you flatter me...don't stop."

CD: "No seriously, I thought you were in college."

Me: "I love you."

Well, I definitely made one CD's night! Haha! We were hanging out for most of the night, he was super cute, shaggy hair (typical of most CDs), a little bit of acne (haha), definitely skinny, but with a beer gut, like any respectable CD has.

Anyways, I knew what I was getting myself into when he asked if I wanted to go back to his room and "Rock out to my bass guitar." Next thing, I find myself in a sophomore's dorm room making out on the extra long twin bed. Haha, I don't know what came over me. It was just something about being in the college atmosphere, and feeling so confident. I was more confident with these CDs than I ever was in college. I wish I had been like that back then, but, hey you learn and you grow.

The whole night was amusing to say the least. I left my jewelry and cell phone there and had to go back the next day to get it. Of course, I don't have an ID to get in, so I have to lurk outside the dorm until someone leaves, and at 10:30 am on Saturday on a campus dorm, there are few people around. Finally, I get in and knock on his door. No one answers, so I quietly open the door and peek in. He is dead to the world. I grab my stuff and go. He was a cutie.

There is one major problem though. I'm torn between laughing at the whole event and telling everyone how ridiculous I was spending the night (well, okay 2 hours) in a sophomore dorm at the age of 28, and feeling like a total skank. What happened to Major Dad you may ask? Nothing, we're still the same as ever. I really really care about him, and I'm feeling like a total skank about the whole situation for two reasons:
1. What am I doing hooking up with a sophomore I'll never see again (and for inquiring minds that want to know - yes, I am a BJ whore)?

I have no answer.

2. Why did I not care that I hooked up with another guy while I care about Major Dad?

I think there's a variety of reasons, (but none being excuses)including: a)I was thoroughly enjoying the attention these younger boys where showering on me; b) Major Dad and I never "defined the relationship"; c) Major Dad is leaving in 2 weeks and I'm really really sad, maybe this was my way of not being so sad when he leaves; d) maybe this is my way of "punishing" Major since we haven't talked about what's going to happen, and I'm like 85% sure he's going to be like "You know, I care about you, but this is good bye." (Which I have no intention of telling him about it though, FYI); e) I was very drunk; or f)I thought I was in college again and Major Dad, and jobs, and everything like that were a million miles away. While I feel bad that I'm a skank, but not that I did something to Major Dad that I would be devastated if he did to me????

To sum up the weekend, I won't be surprised if they "respectfully" ask me to step down from the board. But hey, I was only fostering alumni/student relations, and isn't that the point of the board?