Fifteen years ago this fall (can that really be right?) I was a college freshman. My roommate that year was a sophomore which was convenient since she already had friends living in the dorm. One afternoon two young men came and knocked on our door. They were on their way to lunch and the nerdy one was looking for my roommate, to see if she wanted to join them. The other one, the cute one, was his roommate, and just along for the ride, probably anxious to get to lunch. My roommate was not home and I didn't join them for lunch but I was sure to not turn down their offers for my roomie and I to hang out with them at their room. The four of us spent many evenings together down on the second floor. Eventually, the cute one started knocking on our door without his nerdy companion. But he wasn't looking for my roommate.
We have been married eleven years today.