This is the first in what I plan to be a series of journal entries about my time at college. I’m starting at my freshman year and plan to work my way up to now, my senior year. All of the stories are true.
My name is Amanda, and I’m an 18-year-old college freshman. Up to this point in my life I’ve always been shy. Oh, I have a good social life, I have lots of friends and had my share of boyfriends through high school, it’s just that I want more. I decided a fresh start at college is the perfect chance to get it. I vowed to be more outgoing and aggressive once I got there.
Before I go on, let me give you a quick description of myself. I’m about 5’7”, with very long light brown hair (half way down my back when I wear it straight and down) that still has it’s summer highlights and green eyes. I’ve always kept in pretty good shape, but over the summer I decided I wanted to go away to college in great shape. I’ve spent the last 8 weeks working out almost every day and it’s really starting to show its effects. I’ve lost close to 10 pounds and have really firmed up. My stomach went from a little soft to firm and flat. That’s the only part of me that’s flat though, since I’ve been able to keep my curves. They come from my 34c breasts and nice firm ass (guys always tell me it’s my best feature). Basically, I always thought I looked pretty good. I went away to college knowing I looked REALLY good.
After a week or so, I felt like I was getting settled into my new life at college. My roommate, Kelly, is also a freshman and we we’re getting along well.
I walked into history that morning and saw him again. I’m pretty sure the teacher called him Matt during last class. He was gorgeous. He has to be over 6’, maybe 6’2”, and he has a great body. He obviously works out, but he isn’t too bulky. Just how I like guys. Then there are his eyes. Deep, deep blue, perfect for staring into. Finally he’s got great hair (hair makes the man, you know!) It was dirty blonde, very short on the sides and gelled up so it was spiky on top. Basically, I was in lust from the first time I saw him.
I decided Matt would be my first attempt at showing off my new outgoing aggressive self. All through class I worked up the courage to just go right up to him after class and ask him out sometime.
The professor ended the lecture, my big chance was here. As I walked up to him, Matt turned around. I suddenly made eye contact and melted. All I could do was barely mumble a “Hi.” Luckily he wasn’t quite so tongue tied.
“Hi, my name is Matt.”
“Hi.” (You idiot, that not outgoing and aggressive!)
He laughed and said, “Want to go to lunch with me? What’s your name by the way?”
I’m saved! “I’m Amanda, I’d love to go.”