I was 19 years old. I had just moved to a new city thousands of miles away from home, just a year prior, for college. I was really quite introverted for much of my life, wondering if really anyone, let alone girls, would really even want to get to know me. Still, I saw college as a time to change and grow, and that meant a lot of things. Changing my style, developing my interests and hobbies, putting some work in as far as exercising, and forcing myself to talk to more girls. And it worked, within a few months I had my first kiss and finally lost my v-card a few months prior to this encounter.
It was a rainy Friday evening, around 10:30pm. This is usually when my roommate and I would get ready to go out for the evening. A warm shower and a freshly ironed button down shirt and my typical party outfit went on, along with a couple of sprays of the fancy cologne my sisters had gifted me for my birthday a few months prior for my birthday. A few cheap shots later, and we were ready to hit the town. We head downstairs to the Uber. The cold air felt crisp, and the faint bass and typical edgy college playlist hits lightly echoed off the familiar buildings. A few minutes later we found ourselves outside of what was usually a church, converted to a party venue once every month or so. As we entered, I noticed my heart beating fast. My roommate and I greeted the few other students and classmates that we somewhat were acquianted with.