Seven years ago an adorable soccer player with curly locks and blue eyes held the door for me after Latin American History class. He asked me how I did on my quiz, and if I wanted to get something to eat later. I assumed we would go the cafeteria, and he was in fact planning our first date. I was so excited that for the first time, I didn’t even plan an outfit (thankfully I at least changed my shoes!) We walked across the Wren courtyard talking about how I wanted to work in fashion, probably a magazine, to which he responded, “Like Us Weekly?” I was so nervous that I just ordered soup and he wrestled a lamb shank. One date with those curly locks and I was a goner, and we got married just shy of seven years later. We may have a new anniversary, but I’ll also never forget this one.