Upon entering my fourth and final year of college, I [F21] decided I would be more adventurous. The prior three years were rather boring as I did not date nor party. I remained glued to my books, oblivious to time passing me by. So, I decided that for my senior year, I would make the most out of my college experience. I started wearing makeup and dressing fashionably. Gone were the days when I wore sweatpants and a ponytail to class. I made it an effort to look good everyday, and in turn, this gave me confidence to flirt with guys – something that I was too shy to do before.
The first day of class, I surveyed the lecture hall for a seat. A really cute guy [M21] caught my eye. He had dark straight hair, gorgeous brown eyes, and tan skin. The way his muscles clung to his t-shirt and the way his toned thighs looked in his shorts caught my attention. I approached him and asked, “Is this seat taken?” as I pointed to the seat to the left of him. He replied no and motioned for me to sit. We introduced ourselves and engaged in small talk however, we did not speak for most of the class. We awkwardly exchanged numbers to send each other notes. “See ya next week,” I smiled at the end of class.