I met my first boyfriend, Mike, the first week of my freshman year of college. Naïve, innocent, young (barely 18 at this point), and sexually charged, I fell head over heels for the first boy that displayed any interest in me. I am tall (6 foot) and have short blonde hair, 32DDD breasts, and an athletic body. Being so tall and having some semblance of athleticism, I was quickly recruited to try out for the women’s rowing team. Mike being on the men’s team and encouraging me to join, as well as the fact that two of my good friends from high school were trying out too, made the decision to join the team an easy one. I am a bit of an introvert, and wasn’t the nicest person back then so I didn’t make too many friends on the team. During the four-plus hours a day we spent together as a team however I did get to know all of the girls quite well, including Lindsey. She is taller than me (6’2″), an actual GORGEOUS model, and has long brown hair. Unfortunately, like a majority of the girls on the novice team, she quit halfway through the year and we fell out of touch.