THE OBLIGATORY VALENTINE'S DAY POST
Tomorrow being Valentine's Day, I'm naturally inclined to pick up a story from the most interesting period of most our lives... the scholarly years. This is the story of Valentine's Day 1999. 13 February 1999. Dinner time. My roomate and I were having dinner with a few friends where one of them was wooing her in a very old fashioned way. My roomate (with my help) hinted quite loudly that there were no activities planned for the next day, except a movie trip with Preeto and her sister, which was not what anyone really wanted to do, but nobody wanted to be indoors all day either. Apparently, no amount of hinting could penetrate the guy's head, and we finished our dinner... as we were headed back to our respective destinations, I (ever teh busybody) turned around and asked... "Hey, aren't you gonna ask her out?" He looked as though someone had kicked him on the shin with a pair of spiked shoes. But he kept quiet. As we turned, I heard one of his...