I definitely should’ve studied instead of watching the Super Bowl last night. Especially because I spent four years of undergrad at the Big House, went to about half the games- hey, biochem exams were always the Monday after home games- and still have a very basic understanding of how the game is played. For crying out loud, my Colombian boyfriend was teaching me about the game. Officially, I can say that I learned nothing from the University of Michigan.
The boyfriend is 6 years older than me. Maturity wise, this is perfection. But our group of friends are in different life stages. My friends are all getting married. Which is weird. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this. But his friends are all getting pregnant. Part of the reason I barely watched the game last night was because there were so many babies at the Super Bowl party. It was like a cuteness overload.
But then, there’s always that awkward moment where the person you don’t know asks the only unmarried couple in the room if you’re married. And of course, you say no. Awkwardly.
But then she persists, “Are you planning on getting married?” How do you dodge that bullet?
But here’s the kicker:
You should get married and have babies. They’d have beautiful eyes.
I think next time I’d just prefer a direct compliment on my eyes. Wait. Maybe she was complimenting the boyfriend?
I’m excited for the next Super Bowl game so I can play with more babies while completely ignoring the football game.