Many years ago, during university, I shared an house with two friends, let’s call it John and Joe. Three single bedroom, one large living room/kitchen.
One summer, while I was busy with my exam, one of my flatmates, John, decided to invite two girls that he met in the Netherlands during an international student exchange program.
The girls were planning a tour of my country, and John accepted to hostthem in the third bedroom, taking advantage of the third flatmates absence
Of course, he was planning to hit on one of the two, and asked me to join them for the evening, more a fun night between friends and to show them the city than a double date.
I was not in the mood; Exams were close and I was terribly late with my project, so I declined, and he invited a friend of his.
I met the two girls in the afternoon, when they arrived to leave their backpacks and get a shower, before hitting the city. The girl my friend was interested in was a tall, slender blonde with blue eyes and two, infinite long legs. The typical nordic beauty that you can find on a magazine cover.