A little piece of advice

Hey there, kiddos. It's been a while since I've tried to dispense advice that I'm unqualified to give, and I thought you might be going through withdrawal. Hence, I've got something to share.

TIP: Do not mess around with a graduate student if you'll later be embarrassed by any association with said graduate student.

Here's the dealio:

About. . . oh. . . two years ago, I was dating a guy who chewed his orange juice and refused to commit (also referred to as "The Original Subscript"), so I decided that I would declare it an open relationshit, and start dating another guy as well.

This is when psych grad student came onto the scene. PGS, who loves Star Wars, has the maturity level of a twelve-year-old, and, if his apartment is any indication, has never heard of a single cleaning product, was just the kind of mistake I was looking for.

So I had a few meaningless encounters with PGS, forgot about him for about a year, and then followed up by having a few meaningless drunken encounters with PGS. And then, when I got pissed about hickies left on my neck by PGS, I decided to forget about him once again.

I had succeeded. Until today that is. Until moments ago.

That's when Miso, my good friend who has learned to tolerate all of the weird nicknames with weird spellings that I have assigned to her persona, looked up from her computer and said, "What was your grad student's name?"

It was then, just moments ago, that I knew I was in trouble. Meesa was looking at the course catalog. She was picking her classes for next semester. And suddenly, she wanted to know PGS's name.

Uh oh.

You guessed it, folks. PGS is teaching. He's teaching a course that Miseh is required to take. And he is teaching the only open section of that course.

Misa gets to spend an entire semester with my mistake. How embarrassing.

Learn from my mistakes, kids. Don't date a grad student at your university if you cringe at the thought of your friends' taking classes taught by that person.

(Just wait to make your mistakes until you go home for the summer. Then you can be sure of your ability to hide said mistakes from the people whose opinions matter.)