WMU, April 1975:
Okay, so it wasn't his finest moment. He'd admit that. He'd had a little too much to drink and one too many people had dared him to do it, so there he was, hanging from the roof of the girls' dorm, panties on his head, yelling, "Send out the virgins to wax my loins!"
Definitely not his best moment and it was certainly not a good time to be meeting someone. But, sure enough, there was Donna, waving her arms wildly, trying to talk to him.
"Tim! Tim!"
"What?" Tim yelled down.
"Come down from there! I want you to meet my roommate."
Sighing and rolling his eyes, he climbed down, yanking the panties from his head as he walked to Donna. "Okay, gorgeous. Introduce me to this roomie of yours."
"Tim," Donna began, "This is Jill Patterson."
Standing there beside Donna was the most adorable woman Tim had ever seen. She was tall, but not too tall; she had deep brown eyes and long, luxurious brown hair. Tim had always been a sucker for a brunette. He was instantly smitten. She looked to be everything he'd ever wanted in a woman: beautiful, great figure, and there was a spark in her eyes that hinted at incredible intelligence, kindness, and compassion.
He straightened and deepened his voice. "Hi. Tim Taylor."
"A pleasure, I'm sure." Jill turned back to Donna, clearly less than impressed. She leaned in close to Donna and whispered, "Can I go back to the party now?"
"Come on, Jill… could you talk to the man for a while? Get to know him. Who knows, you might like him. I know he likes you," Donna answered, her voice equally low.
"Sure. That'll happen…. Fine," her voice raised back to its regular volume, "But you owe me."
"Jill," Donna answered with a sly smile, "I get the feeling that it'll be you who owes me." And then, before Jill could respond, she disappeared, leaving Jill alone with Tim.