She was in the class ahead of me and she was just sort of an enigma. She was a quiet type, but she always had her one classmate friend (and roommate) with her and they both always dressed to the nines. A classy pair.
I took an interest in her from the jump but always felt that she was out of my league (not a bad guy myself as apparently other women were interested in me concurrently). I met my now wife finally at a potluck dinner organized by one of the student organizations (I joined the group solely to meet her). Her friends knew I liked her and my friends knew I liked her. Everybody made sure we met and so we did. Talked for like an hour outside on a cold November night.
Interesting thing though was that I learned we actually attended the same college in undergrad in Philly at the same time - indeed, we had the same degree program and lived literally across the street from each other. We were probably even classmates back then but neither of us could remember the other.
Ha, thats awesome. Or fate. Or awesome fate.
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'We're not gonna make it, are we? People i mean.' 'It's in your nature to destroy yourselves.'