His physique, coupled with the intensive drinking habit he developed throughout law school granted him the ability to consume beer in unparalleled qua...tities. As with all heavy drinkers, it also made him the cornerstone of every party – when he mentioned college, it sure as hell served as the perfect metaphor. The average Law School Dylan night entailed losing his cellphone at some random party, leaving a frantic Gwyneth to launch a desperate manhunt to track him down while he hopped from one. She bid the girl sit. Which she dutifully did, then said in a voice full of sugar, “I hear you take it from the back from Hodges once a week and your father used to tup you!” the girls mouth fell open, the colour drained from her face and she looked as though she was about to faint. But Muriel`s face was smiling reassuringly, and so she nodded , not sure where this was going, sensing the younger woman unease Muriel said in a softer voice, “tell me all about it Mary, I want to know the details,. We would sit on the benches outside talking football while waiting for Gus to show up to open. Sara was knowledgeable about the game and I found I enjoyed talking with her. I guess the only way to describe her would be working class as I always saw her in jeans and the Steeler jersey she wore to every game. You know the type, average, brown hair, somewhat chunky but not fat. I’m just saying, although not beautiful she was not ugly. I never thought of her romantically and we barely talked of. Wait. WHAT? I shake my head and make my way to the counter as he looks up, making eye contact for a brief second. Standing in line, staring for a very long time at the menu on the wall, I feel someone standing beside me. They let out a sigh, as if trying to muster up courage to do something daring. “Um…you must be Cameron?” a nervous voice says, and I look over, staring straight into the bluest eyes I have ever seen.I shake my head, realizing I was right. It was Brock. Pictures did this guy no.