At the time of this story, I was 19. I no longer am. Regardless, I hope you enjoy.
When I was nearing the dusk of my teens, I moved away from all of my friends due to my family losing their jobs. Primarily, this meant that I spent a lot more time on MySpace. Secondarily, it meant I had the chance to reinvent myself. I squandered the latter, but the former was certainly useful in this story.
New friends are always on the horizon for those with the time, energy, and inclination to seek them. Being uprooted meant I had the time, while being a desperately lonely teen provided me with the energy and inclination. I ended up making a small group of friends and was invited to a get-together with some of them.
I’d like to regale you with an attire that would seem flattering, bold, or at least unique. The truth is that I dress in as unassuming a fashion as I can, and did so at that age as well. Neutral colours, blue jeans, dark sneakers, and a dark but well-worn hoodie, all without ornamentation or labeling as often as possible. I was bland enough not to warrant a second glance, and had it not been for a six foot, broad frame, I wouldn’t have garnered a first.