There's this kid in my hall named Kevin. Kevin lives on the right side of our building, and his window faces the adjacent building, which happens to be our student center. So early one Friday evening, Kevin took a shower and went back to his room to get ready to go out. His roommate wasn't home, so he locked the door and went about getting dressed. After he had gotten dressed, he decided to change because his khakis were wrinkled; he put on a pair of jeans instead. Then, realizing he still had half an hour to kill, he decided to run next door to the little cafe to get something to eat. As he was standing in line, a girl came up to him and said, "Can I show you something?" He followed her to her table by the window. One of her friends pointed out the window, right up at Kevin's window. The first girl patted him on the shoulder and said, "We liked the jeans better than the khakis, too." The next day, the girls, who are pledging the same sorority, told that story at a sorority meeting when they were all talking about guys they'd met. A girl in our dorm had heard the story from Kevin, proceeded to tell everyone his name and room number, and now Kevin is one of the most well-known guys around.

Posted - 2/9/01