Ashlyn
Devin Olsons’s
Babe of the Month
March 2025
Ashlyn and Devin go way back—back to the good ol’ school days, where they were more like friendly ghosts in each other’s lives than actual friends. Despite living just two doors apart, they somehow never became besties. Life is weird like that.
Every so often, fate would play a little joke on Devin. He’d step outside, ready to head to school, and boom—there was Ashlyn, exiting her house just ahead of him to walk to school. Suddenly, his casual stroll became an anxious thought of “do I look like a stalker following her?”
Now, Devin may or may not have had a tiny, harmless, totally normal crush on Ashlyn. Did he ever confess his feelings? No. Did he overthink every single one of these sidewalk encounters? Absolutely. Should he have speed walked up to her and talked to her on the way to school? Absolutely.
But hey, time has passed, and now Ashlyn gets the prestigious honor of being March’s Babe of the Month—which is almost as good as having a high school crush awkwardly trail behind you on the way to class.
This babe of the month story has a couple parts. First, Ashlyn & Devin did have a brief interaction that went horribly back in the day–as a last minute emergency prom date. We’ll show some old pics where you’ll see how Ashlyn hasn’t aged at all and Devin has aged into a completely different person. Then there’s the tale of how Ashlyn and Devin re-connected 20 years later on a dating app.
The Prom Date Fiasco
“How do you keep your cool when that walks out the door? I was a nervous wreck!” Devin blurted out when confronted about this story and looking at pictures years later. And honestly? He had every reason to be.
At the time, Devin was technically in a long-distance relationship with Brianna—who was supposed to be his prom date. Except, in classic high school fashion, she flaked at the last minute. Meanwhile, Ashlyn was dating some dude from a neighboring town who conveniently landed himself in the actual hospital the week of prom. Talk about commitment issues.
So, in our tiny small-town high school, the logic was simple: two sad, dateless souls must obviously go together. The whole class practically willed it into existence. Devin, still nursing a long-time crush on Ashlyn (and also emotionally done with Brianna), figured—hey, maybe this is fate handing him a shot. Spoiler: It was not.
Now, Devin wanted to make an entrance—so he borrowed his mom’s ’78 Pontiac Trans Am with T-tops—an absolute unit of a muscle car. Spring was finally breaking through, the snow was melting, and he was rolling up like a legend. Or so he thought.
Ashlyn, on the other hand, took one look at the car, wrinkled her nose like she just smelled hot garbage, and said, “Why does it have a big bird on it?”
Before Devin could even explain the cultural significance of Smokey and the Bandit, her dad stepped outside. Seeing his daughter’s face contorted in confusion and mild horror, he asked, “Something wrong?”
Ashlyn, without hesitation, full-on whined—“Dad, can we take your car? I don’t wanna go in that.”
Devin, stunned. Her dad, probably wondering where he went wrong as a parent, actually defended the Trans Am. “That’s a really cool muscle car! The top’s off! It’s—”
“No, it’s cold, and it’s gonna mess up my hair,” Ashlyn shot back.
Now, Devin wasn’t thrilled about this development, but what was he supposed to do? Fight her dad for the right to drive his own date? So, they rolled up to prom in her dad’s 1999 Dodge Intrepid—the automotive equivalent of lukewarm tap water. Devin was mortified.
And then—the cherry on top—Ashlyn ditched him almost immediately upon arrival. Not a word. Not a “Hey, thanks for coming.” Not even a pity dance. Just poof—gone. She took off with some friends to a party that Devin, obviously, was not invited to. He was ditched shortly after this picture on the right was taken – yeah they don’t look too thrilled to be there together do they.
Being a responsible guy (and maybe just a little salty), Devin swung by her house on the way home to switch cars and let her dad know. “Uh… she left with someone. Not sure who. I hope you’re not mad at me for failing to bring her home.”
Her dad? Laughed. And casually replied, “Yeah, I know who she’s with. Don’t worry about it.”
Oh, Devin worried about it. And in the heat of the moment, he absolutely lost it—calling out Ashlyn’s dad for practically setting him up for the most embarrassing prom night in history.
The response? A very calm, very dad-like shrug. “Yeah, I get it. But… I don’t think Ashlyn saw this as a real date. She was just confused why you even wanted to drive her.”
Not helpful buddy. Devin’s years’ long crush was very nonexistent at this point. This is why “love at first sight” is so stupid. Sometimes you find out you have absolutely nothing in common.
Small World
Fast forward about 20 years, and Devin is swiping through a dating app on a particularly uneventful winter afternoon. It’s cold outside, he’s bored, and the dopamine hit of matching with strangers is the only thing keeping him from taking a nap.
And then—bam. There she was.
Ashlyn. The girl who had bailed on him at prom like he was a telemarketer calling during dinner.
Devin sat up so fast he almost dropped his phone. Was this real? Was this the same Ashlyn? He clicked on her profile, half-expecting her to still be way out of his league. But then he saw her bio.
And oh boy.
It read like a Craigslist ad from the Wild West: “Looking for a very physically fit man, who knows how to handle a wild woman. :-)”
Well, damn.
Devin, suddenly possessed by a force beyond his control, immediately shelled out money for a Super Like. He was NOT leaving this to chance. This was destiny, or at least poetic justice.
A day later—MATCH.
But no message from her. Huh. Did she recognize him? Did she even remember? Or was this just another Tuesday for her?
Devin, fueled by curiosity and a touch of spite, went for it.
Devin: Hey, remember me? The guy you ditched at prom about 20 years ago?
Ashlyn: Is that really you? Wow, I didn’t even realize. You’re all grown up!
Devin: You don’t look much different, you don’t age, huh? Yeah, long time. I don’t think we’ve spoken since prom night.
Ashlyn: Yeah, we’ve talked since then, haven’t we?
Devin: Pretty sure I’d remember. Every encounter with you traumatized me, lol.
Ashlyn: What do you mean?
Devin: I get it, it wasn’t a date to you. To young, dumb me, I thought it was. Truthfully, I had a huge crush on you, so I had my hopes up too high.
Ashlyn: Omg, I had no idea you felt that way! I can see how I probably seemed like such a bitch, knowing that now.
Devin smirked. Oh, this was gold.
Devin: You could always make it up to me. Buy me a cup of coffee? I’m a bit of a night owl, so time doesn’t matter.
Ashlyn: I’d like that!
Revenge Is a Dish Best Served With a Side of Coffee
So they met up. Devin was half-expecting her to cancel last minute and leave him sitting in a café, reminiscing about his teenage heartbreak, but nope—she actually showed.
And she was in nurse scrubs.
“Is this a branding thing for you?” Devin teased. “Every photo on your dating profile is you in scrubs. Are you actually a nurse, or is this like a Halloween costume situation?”
She laughed. “I am a nurse! I save lives. I just don’t take cute pictures outside of work, okay?”
Devin nodded. “Fair enough. I just wasn’t sure if you were catfishing as Florence Nightingale.”
They got to talking. Devin mentioned his work, which led Ashlyn to casually drop that she’d always thought about getting into modeling. “Not, like, full-time or anything,” she clarified. “Just for fun, maybe a few photoshoots here and there.”
Devin raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think I do the kind of shoots you’d be into.”
Ashlyn cocked her head. “Why? Is it porn?”
Devin took a sip of his coffee. “Yeah, actually.”
A pause. A long pause. The kind of pause that makes you wonder if you’ve just torpedoed your entire night.
And then—to Devin’s utter shock—Ashlyn was into it.
Like, super into it.
“So, you’d want to take nude photos of me?” she asked, like she was asking if he wanted to split an appetizer.
“I mean… if you’re comfortable?” Devin said, trying to keep his cool while internally screaming WHAT IS HAPPENING?!
“Where would they go?”
“I have an online magazine,” Devin said, still unsure if this was a trap.
And that’s when she hit him with the biggest plot twist of all.
She was DOWN.
Not just down to model, but down to, well… “collaborate” that very night.
They totally hooked up that night and let’s just say… it was amazing.
As Devin laid there afterward, staring at the ceiling, he couldn’t help but marvel at how hilariously full-circle life had come.
Twenty years ago, she ditched him at prom.
Now? She was lying naked in his bed, already talking about what outfits she should bring to their next shoot.
Small world, indeed.
And without futher a-do, let us introduce you to Ashlyn, the model.
