Solo Cups and Disney World. (Now try to figure out the connection...)

I spent this past weekend with my best friend from college... so get ready for some old-school dating gems.  :-)  BFF helped me remember some classic guy-related moments from our college days - some of which are appropriate to share - some of which I'll be taking to my grave... (She'd better, too.)

Winston.  Sleepy Pete.  Walt.  The Hick.  Conversational Rob.  Neil.  The Military Guy.  Special Paul.  ...and that was just a sampling of the stories we started remembering... (fondly?!?!)

Here's a sample story to get you started, while I figure out which of my other stories are blog-worthy.

Perfect Bill.

We'd definitely made our way around Frat Row at the guys' college we used to frequent.  (Let's be honest, going to a womens' college did not always make for the best weekend events.)  So by the time we made our way to the Dry Frat's house on Frat Row, the beer goggles were securely on.  (Side note:  Being a "dry frat" apparently just meant you had to drink your alcohol from a red Solo cup.)  While my BG's have been everywhere on the spectrum from Beer Contacts to Beer Cataracts - this was just a plain ol' Beer Goggle night I'm about to recall.

I have always had a pretty set list of what I was looking for in my "perfect guy" and, for some reason, I did not put it out of my head even when I was drunk at a frat party.  (Because, clearly, that's when I was going to meet the love of my life, right?!?  *My apologies to my BFF who DID indeed meet the love of her life at a frat party - haha - you are the exception to that rule.)  So anyway, let's recap... I'm drunk.  At a frat party.  A DRY frat party.  With a list in my head of my ideal guy.

Enter Bill.

And this is apparently what went down.  I met Bill - had a five minute conversation - decided he was "the one" - and went off to find my BFF to tell her the good news!  "Hey BFF!!!  I've met the PERFECT guy!!!!  He's Republican.  He likes dogs AND Disney.  He's perfect!"  Check.  Check.  Check.  ....and that was it.  Obviously those are THE three defining factors needed to establish a lifelong connection.  Did I mention he was also a hot mess (inside AND out)?  Man, my standards were high!  And my friend was so impressed by all of this (or rather entertained) that she not only agreed... she egged me on... he WAS perfect.  Go K!

And so I went. 

Until the beer goggles wore off.

I later found out that Perfect Bill married some 17-year-old Canadian girl while he was still at college.  She claimed her step-dad was Bon Jovi and her step-sister was the 80's pop icon Tiffany.  (How VH1 Behind the Music missed out on this family connection is beyond me!?!?)  ;-)

Man, am I kicking myself now.  The world is severely lacking other Republican, dog-loving, Disney fans!  Don't I know it...