The sort of girl who went to crazy parties and had a million friends, as if I was perfect before it all went wrong. But the truth is that, even back then, I probably hit the books a little too hard and played it a little too safe. So no, I wasn’t normal, back then. I was a little geeky. But I was happy. In a lot of ways, I was at a tipping point. I’d just left my teens behind and turned twenty. I was halfway through my languages course at Berkeley. I’d broken up with my high school sweetheart a few months earlier, my last teen-style relationship, where the sex was still furtive and awkward. But I hadn’t yet had what felt like a real adult relationship, where sex would be expected...and, I hoped, awesome. I was just about to move out of dorms and into a shared house with my friends. As I prepared to go back to college that January, I felt as if a whole new section of my life was about to begin. And then everything changed.
