I started my freshman year of college at a university in my hometown that's pretty nice.

I'm not going to share too much about it, but it has a smaller amount of students, but

enough that you don't really run into people too often.

I lived on campus and I was only 17 at the time.

I had Tinder, of course, as I was fresh out of a relationship and looking to experience

new things in college.

I match with this one boy, Asher, who seemed nice enough.

Pretty socially awkward, but I never really mind it because I have anxiety issues myself,

and I'm really sympathetic to it.

Because of that, I ignored a lot of the warning signs I should have.

We texted for a while and he seemed really nice and caring.

He wanted to know a lot about me, which I wasn't too keen on sharing, but I told him

the basics and we texted kind of regularly.

He lived on campus as well and invited me to hang out.

At that time things didn't seem too sketchy, so I was completely down.

When I first met him, that's when things started to get uncomfortable.

We hung out in his dorm, which was pretty standard overall.

I got cozy with him on his couch.

I'd say almost cuddling, but not quite.

Still really standard.

When we started talking more, I realized how uncomfortable things really were.

He kept making comments that just put me off, but I tried to ignore them.

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