Hi again! My [first post of this series](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/95558n/fm_thinking_back_on_all_those_college/) didn’t get much attention, but I had so much fun writing it I decided to write about another of my ghosts of boyfriends past. Again, feel free to check my post history for pics of me, but a short written description about me I that I’m a thick pale redhead with blue/green eyes and a decent amount of tattoos.
[STORY]
I formally met Jeff two weeks before Hurricane Sandy, at a random house party his roommates threw. He was tall and thin with short strawberry blond hair and blue eyes, handsome and he knew it. We connected eyes across the room, and a small wave of recognition washed over us….we had met before. He closed the space between us, scrunching his brow in thought.
“I’ve seen your face before…years ago though. How do I remember your face?”
I tipsily recounted that we had been in the same college orientation group. I only remember this because he had sat next to me that day, and after some light flirting he ran away to pull a prank by running to the unoccupied computer/speaker system onstage and played Biggie. He got escorted out and I hadn’t seen him again until now. Upon this realization, he picked me up and spun me, spilling our drinks onto the cheap linoleum.