Pros and Cons of Dating Two People With the Same Name

Well, the title says a lot, but anyway; so dating. It’s great. I love to go on dates, and recently I have had the certain pleasure of seeing two men with the same first name. Let’s call them Adam.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: this is a mess. And in short. Yeah. Pretty much.

But I still wanted to compile a little list of reasons why it can be good and bad. I’ll rotate between the two, just to keep my argument balanced.

Pro: I won’t accidentally call them by the wrong name.

Con: Constantly forget which Adam I’m texting and sometimes send an answer to one that was meant to go to the other.

Pro: When the name “Adam” pops up on your phone, while you’re with one of the Adam’s, you can easily play it off as a delayed text message from him.

Con: When I am out with Adam # 1, I try really hard, but sometimes forget if he was the one I was talking about music with or the one that liked to talk about cooking via text.

Pro: Projecting into the future, if I were to still be casually dating them both around Christmas time, I can buy personalized “Adam” gifts in bulk.

Con: If I got “Adam” tattooed somewhere on my body and they both broke up with me; I’m totally f*cked.

But that, ladies and gentlemen is why you never get a significant other’s name tattooed on you, ever. Unless you anticipate a backup with the same name.


Harsh Realities Faced On Your First Day of Senior Year

I just started my senior year of classes.

Oh my god.

When did this happen?

I’m not so sure. But after being on campus for nearly 20 minutes a ton of harsh realities sucker punched me square in the face:

  • This is legitimately my last first day of school. Unless I go to grad school, in which case, I’m still going to send my mom a picture of my first day of school outfit.
  • I don’t know anyone on campus. You’d think because I’m going on four years, I may have accrued a few friends or acquaintances, but no. Nope. I look around and I see all these fresh-faced youths and I feel like the crypt keeper.
  • My sense of “I care so much about this!” has severely dwindled. I went to the library between two classes to take a nap.
  • It’s only syllabus week. I have not had a single class that has lasted its entire duration. One of them got out in 45 minutes, another in 30 and another in 20. I actually have no idea what my full class load is going to feel like and I am terrified. If I’m already cat-napping in the study room, how the F*CK am I going to make a five class-a-day schedule all the way through?
  • I keep saying things like: “Remember freshman year when…” and “Back when I lived on campus…”
  • After traveling the world for more than half of the year, going back to school is more mundane than having a chocolate tootsie pop. I just don’t want it. I should be waking up in London at noon. Not Philadelphia at 8 AM.
  • I don’t even own a notebook.
  • My rent, cable, water, gas and electric bills all seem vastly more important than buying that book for class. Although I would love to read all about entrepreneurship and world philosophies, I also really want to catch up on Game of Thrones, so…
  • I have approximately 15 months until I have to start paying back my student loans.
  • I haven’t even thought about applying for my loan to cover this year.
  • I have to be a real, full time, no-nonsense adult, super soon. The age of d*cking around and kicking rocks is quickly reaching its end and I have absolutely no idea at what else I’m good at doing.

Someone, anyone, send help.

Human Energizer Bunny

I have no idea what’s gotten into me, but I feel like I am the Energizer Bunny lately. It’s like I just keep going and going and going.

It’s a great feeling.

I feel like I’m getting a lot done at a relatively steady pace. I’m not staying up the night before the giant paper is due. I am handing it in two weeks early. That’s not my usual routine at all. I am so all about that procrastinator life style. It feels good to be ahead though.

It’s like I have all this free time now that I would have regardless of whether the paper was done or not, but if I just do it, I will have the same free time with nothing looming over my head that I should be doing.

Is this what it’s like to be a responsible adult? I think I like it.