Pardon me if I have said this before -
I was 21.
a guy in my chem class wanted to walk with me as I was heading to the Student Union. He asked me out. My contact lens slipped and I had to dig it out, gross. Once I got my eye fixed, we talked.
He was my first lover, and I remain so glad, as I learned about joy. We didn't make it as a couple, his mother's fear of the religion I was already leaving and so on. He married the woman after me, and also before me, as he had met her before - which I can only agree with.
We wouldn't have worked, but I learned joy. He introduced me to so much, not least art.