I love the beginning of a new semester, because I never know who will be in my classes, and if I will meet any potential girlfriends. Being just out of a relationship, the struggle is definitely there.
My very first class was my writing class. I walk in the classroom eager to meet new friends and socialize. The class was a very small room, probably the size of a middle school classroom. There were about 20 people in my whole class, and since I was a little late to it, everyone was already there, except for the teacher. I sat in the dead center of the classroom. I start making small talk to some guys sitting next to me before class starts, and then a girl walks into the classroom.
My first impression was that she was going to sit down and wait for the teacher to start class as well but, to my surprise, she took a position in the front of the classroom. I sat there in amazement, because this girl definitely looked young for her age. She had black hair that went down to her chest, and she was very fit. As she introduced herself, her smile lit up the whole classroom. She was wearing a tight t-shirt with a scarf around her neck, only making the curves of her breasts visible from the side. She had a very petite figure, and she had small tattoos on her wrist, arm and back of the neck.