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I remember the very first day I met him. His neat black hair was trimmed in a slick businessman haircut, nice and close to his head and his bright dark chocolate eyes had been rimmed with bags from a night with no sleep. He looked exhausted, totally unorganized but at the same time, incredibly sleek. One could tell where he had rushed that morning while attempting to find something to wear. The seemingly crisp white shirt was slightly wrinkled and un-tucked on his left side. The tie that he had hurriedly picked from his closet was sloppily tied and the socks peeking out from under his dapper black pants were mismatched. The lecture hall was silent as he methodically traversed up to the front, his papers ruffling as he adjusted them. Those bright eyes scanned the room, no hint of anxiety in them as he prepared to address a crowd of two thousand peers, professors and students and civilians alike. To everyone in the room the pause he took before taking the floor was agonizing, hanging in the air, making everyone drunk on his presence. There was no doubt in the world that he was attractive. Not only in the physical sense but also in the way he spoke, the way he handled himself and the way he acted and treated others. Then, he spoke. His voice was rich cream, mixing itself with the vibrations of the room and allowing itself to fill the cavities of every last empty space in the room. He was mesmerizing. Amazing. beyond words. Before anyone knew what was happening, he was over. His eloquent voice had ceased conveying his thoughts and he had taken a step back from the podium. Just like his voice had done only moments before, the thunderous lovely sound of applause echoed throughout the room and that charming, cocky smile of his swell on his visage and in a quick flourish he took a bow, leaving the stage and making his way to the back of the hall. That was the first and last time I thought I would ever see him. I was wrong. In about another forty minutes time the lecture hall had cleared, empty desks ghosts of who had been sitting in them, the wall where people had been leaning against because they had gotten in too late was vacant, dropped pens and crumpled pieces of paper the only evidence of any life that had been previously there. I was the only one left, slowly gathering my papers and heading out the door to my dorm. It was chilly, the wind biting holes in the thin sweater I had draped over my frame in order to protect myself from the very wind that was now chilling my epidermis, raising goosebumps up and down my long thin arms. Six o'clock. That's the time I arrived back at my dorm room. The time I got the call that would ultimately change my life for the next six months. It was a call inviting me to a party at an acquaintance's house that very night. At first, I hesitated. The paper I had to finish by Monday was barely done and I had been basically living off coffee in order to stay awake for the past couple days. In the end though, I knew I needed a break. I needed to unwind, relax, not think about the school work that was threatening to swallow me whole and take over my life. 'Sure, I'll be there.' Came from the lips that were mine, the tongue that was mine and the throat that was mine. The reply though, definitely wasn't mine. If it was mine, I would've declined, bullshitting an excuse about how I was feeling a little under the weather or that I was busy. To this day I don't know why I said yes to that offer. Why I continued to get ready for that party and pretty myself up for people I had never met before and would probably never see again. Why I slipped on that red dress and four inch heels just to throw a sweater over it to look less seductive. I don't know why I did any of those things. But as I got in my car, I drove down the street and continued to drive to where the party was, I hoped to dear god that I knew what I was doing that this would all be worth it in the end. And in the end, it was.

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I remember the very first day I met him. His neat black hair was trimmed in a slick businessman haircut, nice and close to his head and his bright dark chocolate eyes had been rimmed with bags from a night with no sleep. He looked exhausted, totally unorganized but at the same time, incredibly sleek. One could tell where he had rushed that morning while attempting to find something to wear. The seemingly crisp white shirt was slightly wrinkled and un-tucked on his left side. The tie that he had hurriedly picked from his closet was sloppily tied and the socks peeking out from under his dapper black pants were mismatched. The lecture hall was silent as he methodically traversed up to the front, his papers ruffling as he adjusted them. Those bright eyes scanned the room, no hint of anxiety in them as he prepared to address a crowd of two thousand peers, professors and students and civilians alike. To everyone in the room the pause he took before taking the floor was agonizing, hanging in the air, making everyone drunk on his presence. There was no doubt in the world that he was attractive. Not only in the physical sense but also in the way he spoke, the way he handled himself and the way he acted and treated others. Then, he spoke. His voice was rich cream, mixing itself with the vibrations of the room and allowing itself to fill the cavities of every last empty space in the room. He was mesmerizing. Amazing. beyond words. Before anyone knew what was happening, he was over. His eloquent voice had ceased conveying his thoughts and he had taken a step back from the podium. Just like his voice had done only moments before, the thunderous lovely sound of applause echoed throughout the room and that charming, cocky smile of his swell on his visage and in a quick flourish he took a bow, leaving the stage and making his way to the back of the hall. That was the first and last time I thought I would ever see him. I was wrong. In about another forty minutes time the lecture hall had cleared, empty desks ghosts of who had been sitting in them, the wall where people had been leaning against because they had gotten in too late was vacant, dropped pens and crumpled pieces of paper the only evidence of any life that had been previously there. I was the only one left, slowly gathering my papers and heading out the door to my dorm. It was chilly, the wind biting holes in the thin sweater I had draped over my frame in order to protect myself from the very wind that was now chilling my epidermis, raising goosebumps up and down my long thin arms. Six o'clock. That's the time I arrived back at my dorm room. The time I got the call that would ultimately change my life for the next six months. It was a call inviting me to a party at an acquaintance's house that very night. At first, I hesitated. The paper I had to finish by Monday was barely done and I had been basically living off coffee in order to stay awake for the past couple days. In the end though, I knew I needed a break. I needed to unwind, relax, not think about the school work that was threatening to swallow me whole and take over my life. 'Sure, I'll be there.' Came from the lips that were mine, the tongue that was mine and the throat that was mine. The reply though, definitely wasn't mine. If it was mine, I would've declined, bullshitting an excuse about how I was feeling a little under the weather or that I was busy. To this day I don't know why I said yes to that offer. Why I continued to get ready for that party and pretty myself up for people I had never met before and would probably never see again. Why I slipped on that red dress and four inch heels just to throw a sweater over it to look less seductive. I don't know why I did any of those things. But as I got in my car, I drove down the street and continued to drive to where the party was, I hoped to dear god that I knew what I was doing that this would all be worth it in the end. And in the end, it was.