When I was a freshman in college, I happened upon one of the luckiest experiences of my life. After classes one day, I bumped into the RA of my building. She was a senior, which seemed so much older to me at the time. She was confident and sexy. We chatted and made small talk – it was early in the year and that was her job of course (to get to know all the new students). I figured she was just being nice when she asked for my number, you know, as another way to stay connected with the freshmen in her building.
The next night, she texts me about something we had been making small talk over the day before – maybe something about music, I don’t quite remember. We continued chatting, and it all seemed fairly platonic at this point still. She then mentioned I should feel free to come by her room any time to chat about how college life was treating me. She was here to help me, etc. I asked her how often she did that with other students, and she said all the time. She offered for me to even come over right then, around 7 or 8 at night. I said sure, still clueless as to what was about to happen. I was just excited that an older student had taken interest in me.