Several months into Spring semester, I developed a crush on Mallory, the roommate of my fellow Area Council building representative. She was tall with long brown hair and glasses. She loved The Beatles and just seemed like an all around interesting girl.
For those keeping count of the number of times that I state this fact: “Like every other freshman college girl everywhere in the entire universe, she was in a collapsing/dysfunctional relationship with her high school boyfriend who was back home/somewhere else” – I think this makes three or four. (To anyone who goes through and tallies this up – I will send you that stupid “coupon for a six-pack of beer” thing that nobody took me up on back in my Mario Kart post).
Also, bonus points to anyone who remembers Mallory as the girl who invited the future love of my life to go to a…
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