I’d always had body image issues. My parents would always tell me to not stay out in the sun or I’d become too dark. I really hated my skin.
I’d met him the previous day in one of my lectures. He was tall fit and white with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was so hot. I was amazed when he asked me for his number and even more amazed when he texted me and asked I wanted to come over.
I checked the time on my phone. It was 11:10pm.
My depression had gotten worse over the week but I decided to pluck up the courage and go over to his place. It was a warm night so I wore denim shorts, a tank top and my favourite tank top.
He greeted me at the door. He stood about 6’3 compared to my 5’3. He towered over me. Wearing a loose singlet and shorts.
“thanks for coming! ” he said with a cute smile.
“no problem” I answered with a nervous laugh.
He poured us both a drink and we sat on the couch.