Haus Meister and I met on this day in 1999, in the lower level of the building pictured above. We had just finished our entrance grammar exam, two brand new freshmen embarking on our college careers.
I’m naturally an outgoing person, but I had been feeling too homesick the evening before to mingle at the ice cream social. I hadn’t met many members of my class yet, at least outside the mandatory orientation talks. So, coming out of the classroom I looked around for a chance to strike up a friendly conversation with someone.
Only one person in the immediate vicinity was not grouped in a cluster of people but stood on the fringe listening. I thought it amusing–and rather gentlemanly–that he was already in slacks and a tie. Myself, I was enjoying the brief days before dress code would be enforced.
“Hi!” I greeted this well-dressed stranger. “That exam was a killer, wasn’t it?”
He smiled down at the impertinent girl addressing him (my point of view ;)).
“Yes,” he replied, “I believe it was.”
The rest is history.