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Me: 5’9”, kinda skinny but toned
Lauren: about 5’7”, not skinny but not thick, mosquito bite tits
It was my senior year of high school and I had recently turned 18. This was my first year in an actual high school, as I had gone to alternative schools for elementary, middle, and most of hs. I didn’t know many people at school, and since it was a small community, it was hard to find close friends and make connections right off the bat. Homecoming came up quickly at the start of the year, and I was super nervous to ask anyone to it. I finally settled on a girl named Lucy who sat next to me in one of my classes. I (without any dramatic entrance) asked her at the end of the homecoming football game, and she accepted.
Fast forward to the night of homecoming; for some reason, the girls in our group decided they wanted to drive an hour away to get dinner, meaning we had to rush there, eat dinner hurriedly, and rush back. After an uneventful car ride where my date sat in the front seat and didn’t talk to me the whole way, we arrived at our chosen restaurant to find out that the wait for a table was over an hour. *This is shaping up to be a shitty night*, I thought.