Back when I was still a teen, freshly 18 and starting my second semester of Senior year, I had barely even kissed a girl.
I wasn’t really shy, per se, just wildly inexperienced and battling a lot of insecurities about myself. Not the point. A little about me: I’m about 6’1, 200 lbs, average in just about everything else. I’d describe my body type as “not terrible, but definitely enjoys pasta”.
Anyway, back to the story (that’s what y’all are here for, right? ;))
Over my high school career, I only really went on like five or six dates, and never made it past second base. Girls didn’t really want me, and I think I probably wanted them too much. I kept bouncing around, only ever finding myself in sexual situations at parties and the like, never able to go through with anything. That all changed Christmas break of senior year.
I had moved to New Orleans from a small town in Arizona about 6 years before, and never really stayed in touch with any of my old friend group. Well, my family and I road tripped out to celebrate with my grandparents, and I rekindled a relationship with Abby.