The fall semester was in full swing. I was bummed to still be living on campus as a junior, even worse, I had a random roommate. However, my group of friends agreed to hold my birthday party at their apartment. Adding to the excitement, it would be the first big party we would hold that year. The theme was BET vs. CMT. As someone with no shame, I yeehawed in head first, making myself a cut-off tank top and a pair of comically short daisy dukes to go along with my American flag bandana. The party began as expected, too many guys and no one was drunk enough. After about two hours of platonic conversations, I started to lose hope. But that’s when Rae walked in.
We met the previous day at a new members event that my club was hosting. It wasn’t easy balancing my obligation to professionalism as an officer of the club with my recently acquired upperclassman bluster. After chatting for a bit, I was knocked down a few pegs back to reality. I couldn’t tell if she was shy or disinterested. Adding to my disorientation was her looks. Rae was the Schodinger’s cat of people, existing in multiple states simultaneously. Combining the ordinary: 5’3”, chest length brown hair, brown eyes, and fair skin; with the intriguing: slim thick, a small D bust, an aura of mystery/intimidation, and a devilish look.