It was cold the night we met. This shouldn't be a surprise to anyone who has spent time in Kirksville, as you're all well aware of the bitter winters. I decided to wear a cheetah print fur coat to the party that night, as it 1) was a bold fashion statement and 2) kept me warm from the January chill.

I didn't know many people at the pre-party. I'd practically begged a friend of mine to organize this so I had a chance to meet some of the Sig Ep's before our mixer started later that evening-- despite being in my second year of college, I hadn't made a ton of friends outside of Sigma Kappa.

Fortunately, I recognized someone who walked in: Scotty Williams, who had been in my Public Speaking class the semester prior. I made a b-line to him because I was desperate for at least one familiar face. But as I said hi, I noticed that the guy Scotty was with was wearing a Boston Celtics jersey (no sleeves, by the way). I asked him if he was a fan and told him how I'd seen the Celtics play in Boston a few weeks prior while in New England for Christmas. He smiled and told me that he was, before asking me which sports I followed. Within that 10 minute conversation, I rattled off everything I knew about sports, desperately hoping it would impress him.

And I guess it did because a few months later, he asked me to be his girlfriend... and four years after that, he asked me to be his wife.

-Catt