Last Friday night, I decided to have a girl’s night because, let’s face it, living in a one bedroom apartment with a guy can take a toll on one’s femininity. It was so much fun, and it was a great ending to a really crappy week. But after living with my boyfriend I noticed that even girls night has changed.
First of all, sometimes I feel boring and old. All of my friends are sitting there, sipping on beers sharing stories about their latest crushes, their crazy hook ups from last weekend, or the hot guy who bought them a drink at the bar. And me? I’m sitting there thinking, “The most exciting thing to happen to me this week was that Matt found five dollars and bought me a Dr. Pepper with it.” I feel like the mom of the group! It’s lame being the one who talks about the same guy all the time when all your friends are talking about the flavor of the month (or week, in some girls’ cases). Sometimes I feel like my friends think I’m no fun anymore, and while I know I shouldn’t care about what other people think of me as long as I’m happy, deep down it bothers me.
I want to be fun and spontaneous again! I want to have fun stories to share! I want to flirt with the bartender for a few extra shots!
Then there’s the issue of actually having fun. I’m not ashamed to admit that I like to partake in the imbibing of alcohol when I’ve had a rough school week. There, I said it. It isn’t a crime, but my boyfriend is a bit paranoid when it comes to college parties. He HATES them. He’s the type to stay home on a Friday night because he’s afraid of getting an MIP or a DUI or some other 3-letter acronym of the sort, and it’s just not worth it to him. So of course if I want to go out with my girls the first thing on his mind is, “What if she gets arrested and then I have to bail her out? We can’t afford that!” So I save everyone the heartache and I stay in with him. And I love spending time with him, don’t get me wrong, but I know I’m missing out on really big nights (full of really great memories) with my girls.
Nights that they constantly discuss when I am out with them…and have nothing to share.
I don’t resent Matt for these changes – not at all. In fact, I believe his opinion is important and I respect it. I guess this is just one of those tough decisions you have to make when you’re in a relationship in college. No matter what you decide – heading out with the girls or staying in with the guy – you will be missing out on something. It’s all about finding the balance, I guess.
Any other coupled ladies feel the same, or am I doing something wrong?