Everyone in this story was 18 or older at the time it happened. The first four things people tend to notice about me are that I am short, I have short brown hair, I am rather pale, and I am too busty for people to not notice.
So going into college I was already pretty used to receiving male attention. Between my short stature and and my large chest having people not make eye contact with me was the norm, but there wasn’t much I could really do about it. So at worst I’ve ignored it completely, and at best I’ve used what I’ve got to my advantage.
I had high school boyfriends before, though I had never really done anything with them. Honestly, I didn’t go into college hunting for a boyfriend, that wasn’t my priority, but I ended up chasing after one anyway.
Let’s call him Damian, he was very tall, very skinny, with a cute face, a lot of similar interests to me, and a flashy smile. I met him through some mutual friends and classmates, I took notice of him pretty quickly, I thought he was cute, and he definitely noticed me in the expected ways. I decided that if I was going do things with someone it was going to be him.