So, I was a late bloomer, sort of.
I did fine talking to girls and all, but as a somewhat overweight kid from pretty much birth up through, well, now, I had a MAJOR confidence problem when it came to actually thinking girls were into me. All through high school and college, up until I was probably 27 or 28, I just defaulted to thinking girls weren’t into me.
When high school ended, I was still a virgin. I’d made out, had a girl topless a few times, fingered a girl. But I’d never had my pants off, and I had certainly never gone down on a girl. I made it through my first semester of college with little more than that, not even getting what I’d managed once every six or so months back in high school.
Then came second semester, January weather, and a gift from god in the form of a six foot redhead with a tendency to decide she wanted someone at random and then Take. Fucking. Charge.
I ran into her as I was walking into my dorm building at something like eight o’clock one random Wednesday evening. She was hanging with a couple of friends, having a cigarette outside. I’d seen her around at a couple of parties, knew her name, she knew mine.