As per standard decorum, no real names are used.
Amy and I met at a mutual friend’s housewarming party. She was adorable – around 4’10 with dark curly hair that bounced with every move. She was wearing a plaid skirt, pastel crop top, and my favorite part – no bra (gotta love college). Her friend Kate was the life of the party, but Amy had no trouble keeping a smile on my face. We, along with about 5 other people, were stuck in the kitchen, blocked in by a rambunctious conversation that spilt out into the hallway. Eventually, Amy and I get to talking, as we’re both not huge fans of the yelling going on about two feet away. We had a great conversation about everything and nothing at all that lasted through the night. And while nothing happened that evening, I left with her number and we quickly got to texting, trying to match our schedules so we could get together. I remembered that she had been planning on visiting a local art museum at some point and we agreed that it would be a ton of fun if we went together. We set a date for the following weekend.