This story is from my first year of grad school. I noticed one girl seemed to be in a lot of my classes and I thought she was really cute. Well, if I’m going to be spending hours a day with this person, I might as well get to know her. One of the early days of the semester, I sat down next to her and introduced myself, “Hey, I’ve seen you in a few of my classes, I’m Jake.” She smiled at me, “I’m Phoebe, nice to meet you Jake.” Let me reiterate, Phoebe was fucking cute. Brunette, about 5-5, with a gorgeous face, she was very thin, with a sexy, toned stomach and legs, plus a pair of spectacular tits that just burst right out of anything she wore. I would happily take the time to get to know her better.
The next day, and pretty much every day after, when Phoebe walked into class, she smiled at me and came over and sat down next to me. I got to know her better and started to really like her. We’d commiserate over being hungover for 8:30am Friday morning class and made plans to study together.