It was pitcher night at the local college pub, a Tuesday night. Cute strawberry blonde girl walks in with a brunette haired friend. I ALWAYS dated brunettes. My buddy is immediately enamored with the brunette I started talking to. He says: "I know you only date brunettes, but I really like this girl, will you dance with her friend"? Reluctantly, I agree. We have a great time and end up going to an afterparty with her and the brunette and 3 other friends. By this time I am quite drunk and making a fool out of myself.
The night ended about 4 am and we left. I tried to get her phone number but she refused to give it to me. She never told me where she lived so I had no way of finding out how to get ahold of her. Luckily, my buddy went to HS with one of the girls holding the afterparty.
After letting the fog clear, and retracing my steps, I end up at the friend's house. I told her who I was and she rang me into the dorm. I went to her room and asked for the blonde's (future DW's)number. She said: "I don't think she wants to see you, you are obnoxious and a drunk, and she's too nice for you"!!!
I looked the gatekeeper straight in the eye, and said: "She's an adult, I think we should let her decide". Eventually the gatekeeper gave me future DW's number, and I called her. She agreed to a date, and we went out to dinner. It's been over 20 years, 16 years married, 2 kids, and all is well............