How it all began at Pomona in '03

It was a fine summer day in June of 2003, I was sitting behind my desk at the Office of Campus Life when in walked that cute Resident Advisor that I'd seen around. Hadn't she already graduated, I wondered?
"Doing the R.A. thing again this summer?" I asked.
She seemed surprised, perhaps she didn't think her notoriety as a party-buster had spread as far as South Campus (just kidding, she was a very fair R.A., by all accounts).
"Yeah, how'd you know?" She replied.
The conversation didn't go much further than that, but as fortune had it, all the mail for R.A.s came through our office, so it wouldn't be the last time that I got to see her that summer, in fact, far from it.
Shortly thereafter, a mutual acquaintance, and oft-times trouble maker, arranged a trip to Las Vegas, inviting both of us to ride along in his car. Though I remember being in the front seat, with Renee in the back, the 4 hour drive provided lots of opportunities to chat. I discovered that this girl was witty, from the Bay Area, and shared my experience of growing up an only child. Needless to say, I was intrigued.
After a few rounds of drinks at the Aladdin Hotel, and a few rounds of "two truths & a lie", I knew that she was the only girl born on her dad's side of the family in almost a hundred years! She learned that I once got an expandable Tyrannosaurus Rex sponge stuck in my nose for two weeks! Somehow, she didn't run away after this revelation, so I knew she must think I was OK. The rest of the night we were practically inseparable, and it marked the start of a great friendship.
Back at Pomona, my job was pretty boring, and apparently summer R.A.s don't have that much mischief to contend with, so we'd spend hours together watching silly Internet cartoons like homestarrunner.com and playing board games. Some nights we'd head to the local park to hear outdoor concerts. We spent sunny Saturdays days at the pool, where Renee taught me to do flip turns. All in all, it was a wonderful time in both of our lives. 

Alas, I was but a lowly Senior, and being the do-gooder that she is, Renee joined the Peace Corps. To find out what happened next, see our blog from Nicaragua!