I used to sit in the B400 lounge at my college in between classes. One day, this very handsome farm boy with giant boots on flopped down into the lounge across from me. The next spring, my aunt insisted on introducing me to some guy. I looked up at an oddly familiar face. I couldn't help but think that I'd seen him before. Several Facebook messages later, we finally figured it out. The next day, we went out on our first date. Two years later, I'm having trouble convincing him that those too-big work boots aren't dress shoes.
--By Grace from My Saving Grace