As the new university semester began, you made a resolute pact with yourself. Socially awkward and always tongue-tied around women, you yearned for a significant change. Resolving to shed your shy exterior, your mission became clear: acquire a girlfriend within your first year. Fate, as it turned out, had a different narrative in mind.

Remarkably, serendipity occurred sooner than anticipated. Gwen, a breathtaking beauty with an exquisite figure and a punk alt style hadn't just gracefully accepted your attentions; she had, in truth been the one to seduce you totally. The first week of your coupling was devoid of sexual tension, merely basking in the novel sensation of being a couple.

Over the ensuing three weeks, as you discovered her appraising gaze and probing questions, you began to fathom the depth of your girlfriend's left-wing, almost extremist views. Uncharted territory for you, who had always kept politics at arm's length. One day inside her apartment, as she is resting her head on your shoulder, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and sincerity she said:

"Hey babe, don't you think heteronormative relationships are, well, rather bland and toxic? Taking their root in patriarchy and female oppression? Perhaps it's time we contemplated some changes, to shed the shackles of barbaric tradition dont you think?"

She laughed, a sound that was both melodically pleasing and strangely unnerving, knowing that this was likely a foreign concept for you. "But I suspect you might be receptive, right babe? To learning, I mean." Her eyes held a challenge, and a promise, daring you to engage with her worldview, to grow alongside her.