“Its times like these you learn to live again” a lot of us are familiar with the Foo fighters lyrics. “Hey man are you gonna date her? Are you sure?” that is how it all started. Vivid images of a girl jumping in my bed and spraying me with febreeze still lingers on my mind. I couldn’t see who it was but I was irate about it. I had a 7:30 am class the next morning and my roommates decided to go the bar and get hammered and managed to bring some chick back. The music was loud and getting louder and the febreeze incident was the last draw. Barging out of the room half asleep… “Turn the music off dude, I got a class in the morning” is what I told Rodrigo, after reasoning with my roommates and telling them to “get her out of the house” I finally went back to bed. The following weekend I met her at the bar… a cute redhead… with a very pretty smile and not as drunk as a few nights ago apologized to me, “I thought it was water, I really didn’t know it was febreeze , I swear, I am so sorry”. I don’t think I have heard someone say sorry that many times in 20 minutes. But I had to play hard to get… and don’t get me started no why I didn’t just accept the apologies, remember nice guys never finish or finish last… some of the early lessons learned in college, be "bad" if you want to get anywhere with a girl. I waited a couple of days and emailed her asking for her msn id, and she replied back with her my msn id and a phone number stating “you should give a call sometime later”. My phone started to ring… it was Laura’s brother on the other end… hey she’s on her way to the hospital and wanted me to call you and let you know. Laura, a 18 year old high school senior who I met and dated for about six month when I was a sophomore in college. A lot of people told me it was a bad idea… but I liked her… from the first time I met her at a party we had something going… the blue duke sweatshirt and the pink sandals and those blue eyes were images I could not get out of my head. When I got the phone call I was at the bar with my roommates and Jill. Jill and I had talked a lot on the phone during the last few weeks, we even went to this party together that got busted and I can still remember Jill being so scared that she was going to be in trouble. We walked back to my place that night from the party which was about 14 blocks because both of us were in no condition to drive. “What… what happened?” “She had a really bad concussion during hockey”, Steve said… “… She ok... She’s going to be alright right?” was all I could manage... Jill noticed something was wrong and asked me what it was… Laura and I were still friends, it was my decision to break up, a lot of different reasons so to speak but mainly I felt that we were in different stages of life. “Hey I thought she was with you?” said Jennie; “yup so did I, but apparently not” was my response… that night was a very long. We were drinking at our place and then went to this party and all of a sudden Jill and one of my roommates disappeared… it was right before Christmas... “Hey man are you gonna date her? Are you sure?” this is how it all started…