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(I posted this on my Tumblr page, as well.)
Call me a late bloomer. I'm 21 and only went on my first date a few months ago. I've always been so gung-ho about my education and starting a career that dating was just never really on my radar. So when a guy from one of my English classes asked me out, I stared at him, blinked for a few seconds, and then agreed, thinking all the while that there had to be something wrong with the dude if he wanted to ask me out. I had, after all, just finished talking about why I liked to paint John Keats' death mask.
But despite