Whenever I see a cluster of girls walking down the strip in strapless dresses, I wonder if I'm missing out on something. It seems like that's what you do in college- go to class in gym shorts during the day, roll your eyes at teachers, complain about stress, gulp down energy drinks, and go out drinking and and searching for a short-term sex partner at night. It didn't work out for me like that. I spend a lot of time practicing and eating meals alone, and when I'm not doing that, I'm spending time with my "serious" boyfriend. It's working out though, and I've done a good job of convincing myself that my life is somehow more meaningful this way. It's probably not, but I feel pretty good about my ability to walk down the street all alone in my practical shoes.