(Mis) adventures

As I've mentioned before, these past couple days have been a whirlwind of meeting people and saying the same several facts about myself over and over again. Now that I think about it, meeting a bunch of people in a short period of time is exactly like sorority rush, by the end of which I was so bored/sick of myself and the same dull answers I was giving.

Needless to say, by the time last night's Student Gov. sponsored bar mixer rolled around I was pretty burnt out from meeting any more people and didn't really gravitate from the group of friends I've already seemed to establish (aww so cute). I really wish I was the type of person that could just bee bop around meeting people and talking to anyone, but I'm semi not, plus the vibe in the bar was a little weird. People didn't seem as friendly/open to meeting people like they did on the first night I went out. 

Also, last night was supposed to be an inter-departmental mixer with grad students from various schools, but judging from the amount of chicks present, I'd say it was mostly/only MPH students. Yes, the school of public health is comprised of 80% women. Chicks, man. So I'm obviously going to have to meet man friends elsewhere. 

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Which brings me to the point of this post: misadventures. More specifically dating misadventures because if I keep going about this the way that I have that's really what my love life will be: a series of dating disasters. I've already mentioned that my whole department is 80% women, so meeting people has basically been like rush because all I meet are girls. I don't know about you but by the end of the day you're exhausted from all the estrogen being tossed about. Hence my decision to go to what was supposed to be an inter-dept. house party Friday night and the bar thing last night. In comparison, Friday's shin dig had more guys, but instead of the law, med and business students that I was expecting, it was all chemistry students. The few guys I met were PhD candidates that seemed old and tired and lacked conversation skills. Oh boy. 

I realized after I came home Friday night that I was going about this the wrong way and falling back into old patterns. Instead of walking into a place immediately trying to scope out where the dudes are, I need to just focus on having fun. But since public health does deprive me of hardly any male presences, I'm not going to be too harsh on myself for the time being. Once classes start I'm sure I will have plenty of things to occupy my time, and, dare I say, the thought of guys is sure to fall to the back burner.