This is going down memory lane for me. I’m happily married, but every now and then when I beat off with just my own mind, I end up at this encounter.
This girl, we’ll call her Nat. The first time I saw Nat I was in college, 21, bars were new and cool. She came in with a group of girls my friends knew and I leaned to my platonic friend, and joking said “Who is that angel?” She was all done up, pretty, very fit, but had these absolutely massive natural tits just popping out from her dress. My friend, who is oddly now a married lesbian but was engaged to a dude at the time, goes “Oh you don’t wanna know; she has really bad skin without makeup.”
I sort of just went about the night. Never talked to Nat. Three years later, I wound up dating one of her friends and met her again a couple times through her. Nothing exciting. That relationship died fast too.