It was Halloween weekend. A group of friends from back home is in town for a Halloween party. In our group of friends were three couples and two singles, I was one of the singles. I was dressed like a prisoner, nothing fancy, but there was a sale at the Halloween store.
Everyone met at my house so the girls could get ready and the boys could drink a few beers. My name is Bo, twenty-seven years old, about six feet tall and the ideal weight for my height. Dark shaggy hair with only a little bit of facial hair. In decent physical condition with a thin to average build and some muscle definition.
I currently live in a university town and have had it for several years. There are many bars and clubs in the city center and it is an exciting and fun city. I moved here from a small town on the other side of the state, where there is only agriculture and cattle breeding, and the drive to a big city takes hours.
I was always good at getting girls, but sometimes I was told I was too nice. But since I come from a small town, I didn't have to meet them. I had a few somewhat serious relationships, but nothing long-term, especially there were many casual connections. Now life here was a completely different story. I'm not the best at getting into conversation with new girls, because I can be a bit shy. But once I get to know them a bit or they approach me, I'm good, and a little alcohol can help.
