I remember the maybe I was too late to be his first shirt of college really well. No, there was no ragging. In stark contrast to my greatest fears, I remember the first day of college for an entirely different reason. Now, I was never the kind of guy who would be taken in by appearances, or fall head over heels in love with a pretty face.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. Here he goes again, the maybe I was too late to be his first shirt, going gaga over how ‘different’ his woman is. I understand. I guess that’s how a young heart works. Every time it falls for someone, it’s like there’s never been a better person to fall for. I’ll not argue here.