I had just started grad school, and things with my girlfriend were not great. We had broken up in May, but had gotten back together at the end of July. Even though we were back together and I was trying to make amends, she was rarely happy or kind. I didn’t want to break up with her again (though in hindsight it would have been easier as we eventually parted ways), so I was trying to ride it out. As the calendar turned to August and then September, I was meeting new classmates and teachers. One of my new acquaintances was a PHD student who after a couple of conversations I realized that I could help her get a job on campus.
Because I helped her get a job making some easy money, we began talking. This girl had never really been much on conversation, but after we became coworkers, the positional authority relationship that existed faded away, and her behavior changed. She was about 5’4″, 120ish pounds, with long blonde hair, and the fattest little ass. I was, at the time, 5’11’, about 210, and in the best shape of my life. Anyways, we began talking regularly on Facebook messenger. Soon, we were talking most nights, and it was nice to talk to someone that actually wanted to talk to me.