So I’m hoping this can be a bit of a series of stories about how (and I don’t know it keeps happening) my first time with each of my exes seems to have landed me in odd situations. Sorry in advance, this is a fairly long story, so scroll to the *** for the good stuff.
So part 1 is about my first girlfriend, Lizzie. Lizzie and I dated for maybe 3 months during the summer holidays before we went off to uni (unfortunately long distance being the reason for our break up). We met in one of those movie like scenarios. I was interrailing with a couple of friends across Europe in that summer and we were wondering down a street in Munich on our way to a strange festival some guys we’d met were taking us to when I saw this absolute goddess walk past me on the street. She was tall-ish (like 5’9”), had ginger hair, incredible piercing blue eyes and she was wearing a low cut summer dress which didn’t leave any illusion as to her cleavage (I’ll come back to this).