So now that I’m getting ready for my last semester at Purchase I guess it’s time to get all nostalgic (like I haven’t been pretty much the whole way though).

This dude came up on my newsfeed and I remembered that his apartment (in the Olde, duh) was the first I ever went to invited. We met on the Purchase livejournal (double duh) and I started talking to him because he played a Sleater-Kinney song on his radio show.

We talked a lot the spring and summer before my freshman year, and when I actually got to Purchase and we hung out it was super awkward (duh). We sat in his room and talked about sociology and music and comic books (he lent me his copy of Ghost World but I lent it to someone else and never got it back, which was my stated reason for avoiding him forever after) and I was 18 and shy and at my first real college party and he was a senior and not really my type (Ed. note -lololol boys) and we were both drunk but not drunk enough to be reckless so nothing happened. My friends noticed we had been in his room awhile and hid a note somewhere in his apartment (a kitchen cabinet, I think?) that said “Kevin, do it right with Chrissy.”

So it was just kinda giggly and weird and he invited me a little while after that on a rainy day to come over to his apartment and listen to Sleater-Kinney records with him (Ed. note- swoon) but I declined and we never really talked again except when I’d send him the occasional facebook message after he graduated when I was feeling drunk and lonely and foolish.

Fast forward to a party my junior year when “can’t we just go back to your room and listen to Sleater-Kinney and make out?” became the most successful pickup line I’ve ever even heard of (Ed. note- a girl said it).

Fast forward to right now when I’m listening to Sleater-Kinney’s cover of More Than A Feeling and for a second I felt like maybe these memories might be regrets, but really I couldn’t be happier with the way things turned out.

If there’s one thing that I’ve learned from being in a relationship (and three and a half years at Purchase), it’s that last.fm compatibility =/= romantic compatibility. I’ll always squee a little bit inside (and also maybe outside in certain scenarios) when I find someone that likes a band that I love, but (as much as my inner teenager doesn’t want to admit this) it doesn’t really have any bearing  on whether or not I’ll get along with that someone.