Rob couldn’t believe his luck, or that such a proposition was true. A beautiful woman asking HIM for HIS number? At 26, he was your average guy. 5’11, 190lbs, short brown hair, hazel eyes, with an average build, and an average 6″ cock. At first, he couldn’t help feeling there was a catch or that it was a prank…that this 22 year old, 5’9″ tall, 115lb athletic Latina college sophomore with shoulder length raven colored hair, green eyes, 32b breasts, and round Latina ass that made most men stop and stare would give him the time of day, nevertheless be interested in HIM or ask him out; but she did.

It was the heady days of Myspace, where creating your Myspace page with music (that most people muted anyway), pics, and graphics that made most of the pages and content take forever to actually load due to their sheer bulk and mass of content. The time where making someone’s “Top 8” was a huge deal socially, and where on that 8 you were positioned could represent a new friendship, or budding romance to who was on the shit list or on their way out of the friend group/relationship. A time before texting, camera phones, and apps…where the preferred means of social networking and chat was through AIM (AOL Instant Messenger).

They met at work, where she was an intern. It was a Friday night in early September, where Natalie asked for Rob’s AIM screenname so they could talk over the weekend, and maybe get together and see a movie and grab dinner. Saturday night rolls around and Natalie messages Rob, and they talk for hours; everything from likes to dislikes and they make plans to eat at Cheesecake Factory and see Little Miss Sunshine, with the debate being on which to do first; Rob suggest they see the movie first and then eat, so they could discuss the movie during dinner. Perfect.

Two weeks go by and they become inseparable. They hang out almost every night after work, and they officially start dating. They moved each other in from the archives of the common Myspace friend, to the most prestigious sport of each other’s top spot on the Top 8. After two weeks of hand holding, snuggling on the couch, and quick pecks on the cheek, they decide to take advantage of the sunny Southern weather and plan a day at the beach.