Best Years of My Life...

Are either gone, or far in the future.

 

As I approach another birthday this weekend - I think back onto the ones I had in the past.  Of course, the only one's worth remembering are from college.  While having a Sri Lankan girl cook me dinner (for my 23rd birthday) while giving me shit about how much of a bastard I am is fun - it is nothing compared to the party my best friends threw for me on my 21st birthday, or when a group of guys took over a strangers dorm suite and threw a party for me there for my 20th.

 

My last two birthdays in Atlanta simply added to that falling trend.  Funnily enough, 25 and 26 involved me hanging out with a petite Jewish girl (redhead one year, brunette the next) whose goals were to get me drunk and meet other guys.  Somehow both years I ended up in the arms of some blonde I didn't know towards the end of the night.

 

It has always been a secret ambition of mine to be around the same woman two years in a row.  Never happened.  There was no hope of that in college, when relationships were a waste of money.  After college, my career demanded that I travel constantly and move somewhere new every 12 months or so - so no relationship ever got beyond the fun part before I had to break it off. 

 

The funny thing is that here in Atlanta - I notice that most of the guys and girls in the party pics, and in the hot places in town are in their early to mid 30s.  The hottest girl I talked to last weekend said I was so young I could be a baby.  And most of the professional people I know in their mid-20s commute to ATL from Athens.  I really need to get up there.