The story of us (Part 1)...

My husband and I met while going to university. He was in a fraternity and I was in a sorority. We had many mutual friends and our two best friends were dating each other. One crazy night of fraternity partying we both ended up drunk and decided that making out was the best decision for us. The only problem is that their fraternity house was currently under construction in some areas. That didn't stop us! We got down to business not realizing that we had somehow rolled into a tray of paint. Needless to say I ended up with white handprints on my butt and he ruined his favorite sweater. I was so embarassed. I hightailed it out of there (after we were kicked out by his president) and went home with my girlfriend to do my own walk of shame in the morning. After that night, we didn't really talk about it again. I found out much later that he actually tried to visit me at work (because he did like me), but he ended up driving around not really knowing which specific restaurant I worked at. Romantic huh? :-) Part one took place 13 years ago and there much more to our story. I will continue with Part 2 soon:-)