At Northwestern University, there was to be a showing of The Fountainhead, a movie I had never seen.
On the appointed February night, I rode the "L" out to Evanston and found the right building.
After the film, I went to the discussion in the cafeteria.
There was a particular girl there who caught my attention. I thought she was intelligent and attractive. and I felt there was "something about her."
I met my mate.
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