Dating my first undergrad

The Arts Centre, enjoying a midday coffee. The University is beseiged by freshers, several thousand of whom are arriving this weeekend, and I end up offering the spare seats to what can only be described as a very young woman.

Her head tilts quizzically. “So you’re a mature student here, then?”

I think for a second.

“Er… pretty immature, actually.”

Make ’em laugh, make ’em laugh, make ’em laugh… we meet later for dinner, which is both fun and unnerving (I’m old enough to be her father, biologically if not legally) and I walk her back to to her accommodation. Ah, such innocent days.

And on the way back I pass the Student Union. Man, it’s a ZOO down there! The hormones are so thick it’s affecting local weather patterns!!!

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