I have been married for a a month and a half now, and realized I've never written about how I met my husband. J and I attended the same university. He was quite the ladies' man in his college years, so he had already established a reputation by the time I entered school. In fact, I had heard about him before ever meeting him in person. Our first time meeting face to face was at a party during my freshmen year (he was a senior). He tried to hit on me, and I ran away. Of course, he swears he doesn't recall this incident at all. Fast forward a few years. I had taken a couple of years off and just returned to school....
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