Freshman PE, Jeff and I both registered for ultimate frisbee class. We were divided into four teams. Our friend Andy Fotsch and I were on one team, and Jeff was on the best team. At the end of class, our teacher stopped us all for a few moments to go over some announcements. Jeff was her favorite student. She had a strict rule about swearing - if you swore, you had to do 20 push-ups in front of everyone during our end-of-class huddle. Let's put it this way, Jeff's upper-body strength was really good that semester. During one of these routine punishments for Jeff, our teacher made him sing to promote his upcoming acapella show that evening. Andy and I were nestled in the back of the crowd, which is usually where you'll find me hiding out in team-based sporting events. Here's how the scene went down: Molly: Who is that guy? He has really nice teeth. Andy: Um, I think his name's Jeff. Molly: His voice is beautiful. Andy: Yeah, he should be in glee club. Molly: I'm gonna date that guy one day. Andy: I think he has a girlfriend. {inaudlbly, Molly says "For now," in a devious tone, but in a totally non-creepy way) The summer comes and goes, and through a friend of a friend, I snag an invite to the Physics party, you know, because that's where all the hotties go. My cousin Sarah was coming to visit me and I told her that she wasn't allowed to go for anyone named Jeff. She agreed. Jeff and I talked for hours, and he invited me to the Keough Toga Dance, our first date. By: Molly* *I'm Jeff Berryman, and I approve this message.