Keeping it short here.
I was a big dork in high school—got teased, bullied, couldn’t even get a date for prom. In college I found myself, mellowed out, gained a lot of confidence and started having success with girls. By a pretty freak stroke of luck (we were paired up for a class project) I became friends with an absolutely stunning girl—tall, blonde, piercing sky-blue eyes and an incredible figure. She had a boyfriend at the time, but he wasn’t great for her and a few months later we hooked up over Spring Break. And then we started dating. That was two years ago. Now we live together.
So, five years after my high school graduation, we show up to my reunion. I’m in jeans and a t-shirt, she’s in a tight, short, metallic zip-up dress and heels (*DM for a pic). As we walk in, heads are turning, and I’m feeling everyone’s gaze on us. She squeezes my arm, I can tell she’s getting a huge kick out of it, and so did I. Once people realize who I am (I’ve got a much better haircut now), suddenly jocks who wouldn’t have given me the time of day five years earlier are acting like we’d been best friends, ex bullies are glaring at me from dark corners, and girls who’d turned me down are smiling and kissing me on the cheek. And even better, my girlfriend makes sure everyone knows I‘m hers—kissing me, holding my arm, whispering in my ear. It’s petty, but I‘m absolutely eating it up.