V was an NYU college student, an academic overachiever who probably focused on good grades above all else. Her background was an Indian and she grew up in Texas. Her demeanor and attitude was basically an all-American sorority girl. We never discussed this, but I suspect she had strict parents and she lived a pretty sheltered life.
We met when she was a sophomore. She’s been in the city for a bit now and she is finally at a point where she is letting loose and going out on date. We matched and I was pretty open that I was looking for a hookup and not a relationship. She seemed she was ok with that, but to be honest, I didn’t think anything was going to happen. After a couple days of messaging back and forth, we decided to meet for a drink. She told me she had a study group and could meet me afterwards around 8.
I arrived early, as usual, and ordered myself a carafe of wine. I always like to have a carafe so I can offer my date a drink when they arrive without having to awkwardly wait for the bartender. I also always pour myself a glass and have a sip first, so they know there is nothing sketchy about the drink.