My last semester of college, my girlfriend of three years broke up with me. Like anyone who was convinced they lost the love of their life, I was devastated. For a few days, I just sat around and felt sorry for myself, trying to go completely non-contact.
Enter Jen. I met Jen while we were at our orientation, the first weekend college. We immediately hit it off and went to different events together, but when we were alone and kissed for the first time we both laughed afterwards. “We’re best as friends.”
Jen had a boyfriend for a few years; a nice enough guy, but just a bore. Jen would normally hang out with us without him while he did whatever he did, then get a ride back to where ever they were sleeping. The night after my girlfriend ended things with me, Jen’s boyfriend broke up with her. Jen was pretty bummed, so we talked on the phone a few times then decided that we would go to a bar and hang out together.