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Name: Julie Rodriguez
Age: 22
Height: 5'10"
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Green
Body type: Curvy
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My name is Julie Rodriguez; I'm a twenty two year old woman, born and raised in motor city (another name for Detroit, in any case that you didn't know).
While I may have been born there, my parents sure weren't - both my mom and dad were from Argentina and moved to what was at the time, one of the busiest cities in the country. Of course, anyone who knows anything nowadays knows that Detroit slowly fell apart. We didn't see the writings on the wall, until our small family owned store was robbed at gunpoint. My folks and I moved, of course, after the incident and eventually settled in Los Angeles. It was nice, I guess, living in a much warmer place but at the same time, being sixteen when we had arrived, I was a little depressed given that essentially none of my childhood friends had even considered moving here. To this day, I don't blame their parents; in fact, the only reason that we had chosen Los Angeles was because we had some distant family living in the city. I guess that you could say that I went through some sort of shock when we had settled in, having pretty much lost every single one of my friends and all. I was pretty popular back before we moved, and I suppose having to start over from scratch was too much for me at the time - I quickly became incredibly studious and avoided people around my age for the most part. You could say that was the silver lining of it all, given that my grades were pretty horrifying when I was little miss popular and only improved when I became a bit antisocial. Even if I have to owe my admittance to University of California Berkeley to this quick and sudden personality change, I just wish that I wouldn't be so shy anymore. Years of avoiding people has made me just a bit naive and well, while I could get through life like that as a teenager, it wouldn't work so much now that I was an adult.
I decided to major in civil engineering and as if I wasn't shy enough, I quickly realized that my program was more or less populated only by boys. Thankfully there wasn't much socializing in the department at the time, so that wasn't an issue for me. Still, I knew that I needed to do something besides studying, even when I was just eighteen years old, so I looked for whatever extra-curricular activities or clubs to join in, or at least those that seemed appealing to me. I eventually joined a student-run literature club and made a few friends there. Thankfully, unlike my major, there were mostly other girls in there. You see, thanks to me becoming a little shy over the past few years and to my own parents and their beliefs, I grew with the idea in my head that there was only supposed to be one man in my life - a boyfriend, husband, whatever - and that it would be wrong for me to start chatting around with members of the opposite sex. It's stupid, especially in this day and age, I know; but I just couldn't help it. My behavior apparently couldn't keep guys away from me forever and eventually, I caved in and became friends with Andy Champs, one of the university's star athletes. He was a popular quarterback, but don't get the wrong impression! Looks are indeed deceiving, as he is the sweetest and most gentle man that I know of. He wasn't some brute as most people believed and in fact, he was a devout Christian just like my parents. It was so much so, that he had no problem with my policy of well, waiting until we were married. Of course, we would lie about that little detail just so everyone would just leave us alone.
Aside from Andy, there weren't many boys trying to spark conversation with me. Well, that is until people got a better look at my body. Remember that student-run club that I talked to you about? Well, we were in a bit of financial trouble and if we couldn't fund some money, we were very likely to lose our own "headquarters" within campus, given that there were other groups who were more than willing to pay good money for our spot. That's when Allie Wilson, the leader of our group, got the idea of us parading ourselves during a big football game and ask for donations. I wasn't happy of the idea, but I figured that since the group allowed me to get away from my dorm room, that it was the least that I could do. Well, it turns out that it was a big mistake on my part.
As luck (or maybe I should say misfortune) would have it, it turns out that I had a body that many men found appealing. I stood at 5'10, a pretty tall figure if you were to compare me with the other girls from my club, round 36C cup breasts, a fit physique, a lusciously plump ass, long legs and tanned skin. The skimpy outfits that we wore didn't help and pretty soon, I fell victim to the many catcalls and whistles from the surrounding men, who eyed us like wolves. I successfully managed to pretend that it didn't bother me and before I knew it, we made a sufficient amount of money and then some.
A year later, I now find myself at the final year of my undergraduate studies. My popularity, as you can imagine, has rose up from just last year where I was known as simply "Andy's girlfriend". I guess that in a way, it was nice - my popularity now was more or less reminiscent of my earlier teenage years where everyone wanted to become my friend. Deep down, I liked having the spotlight on me, I guess. On the flip side, I wanted to be known as more than just "a hot piece of ass", as a lustful man once said behind my back. Oh well, it was just a matter of months before I'd graduate anyway. Andy didn't appreciate the fact that my book club was planning on doing the exact same thing in a few weeks and of the fact that many were hoping for my return there, wearing tight booty shorts and a revealing top (not to mention with high heels that were pretty much meant for attracting even more attention).
I had many admirers now, that's for sure. I didn't pay any of them much mind, though I'd hear a lot of words of caution when it came to a new student around campus. Rick, I think his first name was, I think? Anyway, apparently he was quite a ladies man and that I was his target, more or less. I wasn't worried, nor did I care that lusted after me. I wasn't like your average girl and I wasn't going to look out for just some boy.
Besides, I had bigger worries in my life right now; namely, my midterm that I needed to get out of my way before the meeting at the club. Whoops! Looks like I rambled on about my life too long, I have to hurry to class!
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