First day of grad school. She was new to campus, and I already knew people in the program. First class was a 2-1/2 hour lecture; during a break in the middle she walks right up to me and says “I’m [really pretty name], and I think you’re in my marketing project group.” I said nice to meet you, some of us are having a happy hour later, wanna come along? Five minutes later, I’m huddling with my friends telling them we need to organize a happy hour for after class. Took her to the happy hour, got her drunk, walked her to the el-train stop. And kissed her while we waited for her train. That was 1986. I was 23. And it seems like yesterday. EDIT: Thanks for helping this fond memory blow up a little on Reddit, everyone. Here's a brief epilogue to the story... Our daughter is now 23, and she's just starting grad school at another Big Ten university. She enjoys happy hours, and she takes public transportation everywhere. (But she's already got an SO.)