My name is Avery Jones and my genes are too slow. The chances of someone having mutual feelings for a person like me back then was like being hit by a truck that rearranged my cells inorder for my physique to look like that of a Victoria's Secret model. (Hint: It didn't happen) Read on to discover the kinda tragic tale of my life as a late bloomer. (Hint: It became prominent the moment i stepped into College.)