This is a throwback from my college days, but it has always stood out in my memory.
I met Anna a few days before a party. A short girl with a very cute smile, pale skin and dark auburn hair. Her figure was modest–no giant breasts or bubble butt. She was attractive in a girl next door kind of way, with a sense of style that told me she was from a small town but trying to be somebody new at school. A mix of hippie and former Sunday schooler.
We had met a few days earlier, working on a group project. I noticed she was doing more than just watching idly as I rehearsed my part, and I’d be lying if I said she didn’t get way hotter when she was doing hers. When somebody’s good at something, doesn’t matter what, it just makes them so much sexier. We’re chatting as the night goes on, having side conversations and slowly getting more focused on each other.
She brought up this party that was happening that weekend.
>*Me*: Yeah, I was thinking about checking it out. Are you gonna go?
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>*Anna*: Yes, for sure.
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>*Me*: Good.