Growing up, I’d always been the short, nerdy skinny kid so going away to University always held the hope of shedding that tag.
There were a few dalliances in my first year – one memorably on the first night where a pretty, curvy blonde girl dragged me off the dancefloor and into the corner of the bar and then home – but on the whole, underwhelming.
This all started changing in the second year, when I’d grown up a little, got more confidence and started to take a little more care over my appearance with regular gym workouts and less drinking.
I’d seen Sam (in the Uni bar I late September I think, talking to one of my friends) – she was about five foot four, and even in the relative darkness of the uni bar I could see that she was pretty, with wavy black hair down to her shoulders, an upturned nose and soft features.
She wore a tight black top and jeans, which clung to her figure – a narrow waist, curved bottom and large, firm-looking breasts – about an E cup, I thought.