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  • I was in Vienna, Austria, on a date with the most beautiful girl in the world, Jennifer Backman. I had met her at the college we both attended, an American university in Augsburg, Germany. She had a boyfriend, but I was persistant, telling her that if she didn't have a ring on her finger, she was fair game. And besides, he was German. I knew she liked me, and finally she caved in and we went on a weekend trip to Vienna. We were walking near these fountains, which had been covered over for the winter, when I jumped up and told her to take a picture. She was the only girl that when I kissed her, I thought my heart would explode. After a short make out session, she pushed me out of her room, and I just sat in the hallway waiting for my heart to slow down.

    I don't know what is more embarrassing; the shoes or the neon fanny -pack.
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