Joe and I have different versions of how we met. As I remember it, my roommate in college told me she was too afraid to go into the laundry room because there was a creepy guy staring at the machines. So obviously I went with her, and that's where I met Joe, staring at the dryer with a book. We decided he looked pretty sad, so I went to Marty's and got him a milkshake. I still didn't know his name so for one semester we referred to him as 'sad laundry boy'.

After that, we kept seeing each other around. He would give me a nod in passing, or turn the lights off on me when I was studying in Larsen. Sometimes we would race to our education class to see who would be the last one there; neither of us were good at being on time.

Eventually, he asked me to watch Adam West's Batman, a spectacular movie that would be a crime to say no to, and POW! I thought he was one cool guy.

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