Ginny B
Copyright© 2021 by Vonalt
Chapter 1: How I met Ginny B.
I was desperate for a date for my fraternity’s fall formal in November, and the young lady I was seeing had broken up with me. She was nice about it, and I couldn’t complain. We had no chemistry, and even I noticed this. She did not want to continue going out and miss out on meeting Mr. Right.
I can’t blame her; going to frat parties with her was like attending a wake. We danced a few times, but most of the time was spent in awkward silence. We’d sit together, look at each other, and chat to people we knew. We just chatted briefly when I handed her another drink from the keg.
To her credit, she volunteered to ask a girl in her dorm to the dance with me. I had nothing to lose and told her to go ahead.
Ginny B was the girl under consideration. I knew Ginny, and she was obviously outside of my comfort zone. Ginny was an amazing girl. She was tall, thin, and attractive. I would not describe her as beautiful, but she would not shame me in public either.
She asked Ginny if she was interested in going to a fraternity formal dance with me in two weeks. Ginny was open to it if I approached her in person. My former semi-girlfriend had planned for me to meet Ginny in the Student Union the next day after my last class.
I entered the grill at the agreed-upon hour. Ginny was patiently sitting there waiting. When she noticed me approaching, she broke out in a huge smile. I threw my book bag on the seat opposite her.
I introduced myself as James Mercer and asked if she wanted another soft drink. She said yes, so I fetched us a couple of soft drinks. We spoke briefly about academics and campus gossip, and then I got down to business, asking her to the formal.