I didn't even want to go to the party at first… boy I'm glad my roommate talked me into it. I hadn't picked out a Halloween costume that year, so I borrowed one form a friend about my size – Harley Quinn from the batman cartoon (not the new Hot Topic Harley, this was before that character existed). My friend is I guess slightly smaller in the chest and hips than I am, so the outfit clung to me, accentuating my curves.
I was at the corner of the party, drinking punch, not really feeling the scene when he walked in. Dressed as the Joker, and well over 6 feet tall. I couldn't really make out much of his face because of the make up (and it didn't occur to me until later that he probably couldn't see mine because of the make up and mask) but something about him drew me to him. I walked over, did my best to sound cutesy and made a joke about us matching.
He just kind of nodded. For some reason (maybe it was the tequila we pregamed with earlier or the vodka in the punch) I found that really hot.