To begin, let it be known that I am a 21F with an athletic, curvier body that I’m only now really coming in to – long black hair, blue eyes, 34D, and an okay ass. I’ve always been very focused on school, which has given me little time to focus on boys, but I’ve always admired them. Now I worked as a research assistant for almost 6 months before I met “the guy”. Let’s call him Marc.
Marc was a graduate assistant. He came into the room when I was cleaning out a few graduated cylinders. He walked in with baby blue scrubs on and dark hair which curled just a little on the top. I was wearing a short black dress with white flowers and my white lab coat. As he walked in to use the Bunsen burner, we locked eyes and there was instant chemistry – the kind where we were undressing each other with our eyes. He teased me, saying things like “what are you doing in my lab?” and going straight to asking questions about my future, what I wanted to be, and how smart I must be to have gotten a laboratory job so young. It turns out he also had working in the same laboratory for about a year but had a girlfriend, so usually did his tasks around her schedule (which meant not when I was there). I learned that he was an ex-college athlete, with strong arms and a chiseled jaw, adorned with a clean, full beard. He was incredibly intelligent: every thought he shared with me was incredibly calculated and original. Marc was alluring. The only thing he didn’t share was what he thought about me.