When I was in college I studied abroad in Asia.
It was an incredible experience, and I recommend it to everyone who has the opportunity. But my time there was made truly special by my first real girlfriend: Ava.
Ava was the language partner of a friend of mine. For those who don’t know, this means a local in your city who wants to learn your language, and you want to learn theirs, so you informally hang out together. I met her at dinner with friends, and we hit it off. She had long silky black hair, a perfect slender frame, nice curled lips, pretty brown eyes, and a cute butt. She was also a year older than me, at 21 (I’ve always liked older women). After a few more times hanging out with friends, I asked her to take a walk with me around our university at night, and I kissed her beneath the pines trees in the warm night air.
We became pretty inseparable after that, dating officially, spending large amounts of time together, and just generally basking in the happiness of young summer love.
One problem we had, however, was sex.