Rose Jones was young, happy, and enjoying her exciting college life. She was pretty but usually dressed in a way that often understated her good looks. She kept her straight blonde hair in tight braids or buns or ponytails, and was hesitant to wear anything other than jeans and t-shirts. She preferred low-maintenance looks like jeans to skirts or dresses where she had to worry about passing breezes or any perverts trying to glance up her skirt. She was healthy, not exceptionally thin nor exceptionally big, and preferred low-rise jeans for the flattering way they emphasized her nice hips.
She had just turned twenty-one, to the excitement of her older peers who were more than happy to take her out for a night of drinks. She drank to her heart’s content and was very glad someone else had offered to cover the triple digit bill. For the past three years, she had lived at the dorms of her state university, though she always made sure to visit her parents during the school year. They might ask her to return home, otherwise! She had always been somewhat of her parents’ girl up until she began attending college. Growing up, they had always been clingy, and as a result, she was more reliant on them than most girls of the same age were. During high school, she typically went on vacations and family car rides with her parents rather than beg to stay home alone or accompany her friends on cruises and exclusive ski trips. Because of her somewhat reclusive life, she had become rather shy and introverted. Rose had a few friends, but most were more like acquaintances.
Her newfound freedom of dorm living had given her much more confidence than she’d ever had before. She found herself raising her hand in classes, and not being worried about what the other students might think of her answer if she was wrong—or worse, if she had an unpopular opinion. Initially she stayed in her dorm room like it was a safety net, but a budding friendship with her roommate caused her to go out more and more. Soon, she felt like any other student on campus. She said hello to friends and professors, she ordered lunch and coffee and cafeteria pizza with ease, and she was even attending parties and for the first time in her life, looking at men. She had a boyfriend or two in high school, but nothing serious and nothing more than casual flirting and awkward moments at high school dances. In all truth, relationships had made her uncomfortable. After all, the percentage of people that stay with their high school sweethearts was very low already, so why try to even find one?