So it's my turn. The story Carrie told is about right, but it had some inaccuracies.
Yes, we met in Propaganda, I mean Rhetoric, class. I couldn't help noticing that this one chick would just keep staring at me. I don't know if it was my stunning good looks, brilliant wit, or general suaveness with the ladies. So I went up to her and said "How you doin'". Then I gave her two tickets to the gun show (visualize me flexing), and the rest is history... Oh, and that gay comment, that's a negative ghostrider, I am one hundred percent for the ladies. Oh, right.
At least that's how I remember it.