Colt was a hopeless romantic. He believed that all women were pristine angels that only fell for nice guys and white knights who took their time and never did anything to make them feel suspicious or uncomfortable. Colt had only ever made out with a few girls at this point, be he knew things would look up as girls would soon realize how great of a guy he was. For three weeks, he had his eye on a beautiful Indian girl named Niyala.
He had talked with her in the hallway β conversations full of laughs and great connection β and he was working his way up to asking her out. One day, Colt was talking to one of the jocks at school about an upcoming party that weekend. And you need to bang Niyala! Niyala is not that kind of girl, man. I just want to take it slow and make it special.
Jock: Listen to yourself! Shut up and be a man, Colt! Niyala is definitely that kind of girl. She may be a virgin⦠but not for long. Have you seen that girl at parties?
Have you seen any girl at a party? This conversation with the jock troubled Colt all the way up until the party.
That jock had to be wrong. When Colt thought of Niyala, he thought: Sweet Innocent Would only hook up with guys she really cares about The jock was stupid. Colt forgot about the conversation and happily went to the party a few days later. Almost there. Excited to see you! Where are you?
