My name is Anna and first let me tell you about myself. I grew up in a house with my dad, my four brothers, and me. That fact alone made me very different from most girls. Added to that, I lived on a street with, including my brothers, 22 boys, and including myself, one girl. I was the most extreme version of a tomboy ever seen. I played baseball, football, soccer, lacrosse, and boxed on all guys' teams until high school when I wasn't allowed to play with boys. I never spent the night at a girl's house or really interacted with girls at all. I was perfectly happy with my boys and didn't care if I didn't wear make up or cute clothes. In high school my lack of girlishness didn't stop me form dating a little. I even hooked up with a guy from my circle of friends my senior year.
College came fast and I went to a small school along with a few of my guy friends from my street. Freshman orientation was met with apprehension but excitement as I met my new roommate, the first girl I would ever spend excessive amounts of time with. That first semester wasn't bad, I learned a lot from my roommate Lana, but I just wasn't happy. I didn't fit in with girls and couldn't stand another semester in an all girls hall. One of my friends told me he had a friend, Dan, who rented an apartment just off campus and desperately needed a roommate to cover the rent. I had met Dan a few times at parties and he was a fairly nice guy. I went and talked to him and it seemed like we had a lot in common. We were both scholarship students and had jobs to help cover expenses. His last roommate got kicked out of school and he really needed help with the rent so he told me to move right in.
After that day Dan and I became great friends. We were both business majors, so most nights we ate together then studied together. Neither of us is huge party animals, since we worked so much and had to keep our grades up. That meant that most weekends we ended up sitting together drinking beer and watching TV. Unfortunately with all our work, neither of us had much time for dating. Not that I was that concerned about it, but I had really grown into a beautiful eighteen year old. If I cared to notice, whenever I went out, I got stares from most guys in the room. I was about 5'7, about 5' of it legs. I weighed about 130 lbs, and had naturally tan skin. My hair is extremely dark brown, and lays in long ringlets ¾ of the way down my back. Not that you can tell form how I dress but I also have an impressive chest, about a 34D. Not that any of this did me any good since I worked so hard the only guy I ever saw was Dan while we were watching football games on TV. Dan and I flirted innocently but honestly neither of us saw it as more than roommate interaction.
One afternoon about halfway through the semester I was getting ready for an interview with the financial aid board at school. My dad had just been laid off at work and was finding trouble getting a new job. I was hoping I wouldn't have to take out another student loan. I had just started shampooing my hair when I heard Dan slam into the apartment, late for work as usual.
"ANNA!! I ran late at the gym and I need to be showered and out the door 15 minutes ago!!"
"I'm already in here, sorry."
I heard him come into the bathroom as he started undressing.
"Dude, seriously I'm right in the middle of washing my hair, I can't jump out right now" I said impatiently.
"You don't understand I'm such a mess and I can't be late again or I'm going to get fired, just get out PLEASE!"