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Mark * and I met at a frat party my freshman year at the State University of New York at Albany. I was wearing a leopard-print tank top, and after we were introduced, he called me Leopard Girl for the rest of the night. He was a sophomore frat brother and the most gorgeous guy I'd ever laid eyes on (wavy brown hair, megawatt smile).
After that night, Mark didn't pay much attention to me. I began dating Ryan, one of the fraternity's pledges, but I still had a crush on Mark, and the whole frat knew it. One day, when I was having lunch on campus with some of the brothers, Mark turned around and said in a teasing singsong "Bye, Jane!" as he headed off to class. I did ...