Then I saw her. Across the crowded room. Dancing alone in a red dress. It wasn’t just her beauty. It was a spirit emanating from her being. I approached her and we talked a bit. I found out her name was Rusti. Enchanting. But she was swarmed by other boys—she was beautiful, talented and smart.

Nevertheless, when I returned to my fraternity house that night, I told my brothers that I would marry her. It was love at first sight. 

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