People have been messaging me a lot asking for me to talk about the first time I was with a girl, it’s one of my husband’s favorite stories.
Annie and I had been friends for as long as I could remember, we lived down the street from each other. We were in track and volleyball together and we both went to the same college together on the other side of the country. We even dated a few of the same guys.
One night we drove two hours to see one of our favorite bands, who I am not mentioning because now it’s a bit embarrassing. The plan was to go to the concert, con dudes into buying us drinks all night, then crash at an air bnb near the venue, and drive home in the morning.
We get to the air bnb and realize the venue is walking distance. The band is kind of punk music, so we went full out with our outfits. I was wearing a black leotard with a red plaid schoolgirl skirt, stockings, black knee-high boots with a stupid spiked collar and bracelets – we were ridiculous. Annie had a little black dress made out of a Rancid t-shirt and black thigh high socks with doc martens. Normally at campus we are in workout clothes all day long. So, this was like playing dress up.