A few weeks after I turned 18 (2011) I packed my bags and drove over 500 miles to live in my favorite city. I had a modeling job and a studio apartment lined up there and I was quite pleased with myself. I felt very adult although (I didn’t realize) I was still a naive teenager.
Once I got to my apartment and unpacked my stuff (basically just clothes) I showered, put on my sexiest lingerie, did my hair and makeup, and broke out the bottle of wine I’d been saving for the occasion. Obviously I wanted someone to celebrate with. Tinder did not yet exist. I daringly went on Craigslist “casual encounters” section intending to find a hot twenty-something or thirty-something guy who was looking for a one-nighter. I wasn’t sure if I would be daring enough to go through with it but I was getting soaking wet scrolling through the gallery of local cock offerings.