Matt's Story

It was the summer of 2013, which meant another edition of my Bi-Annual Christmas party.  Not too long into the party, in walks a beautiful and exotic girl wearing white pants...who invited her? What should I say to her? It's your party you idiot, offer her a drink!  She doesn't drink beer...this isn't going to work...good thing I bought some wine!  After gathering some more courage later in the evening...want to be my partner for beer pong?  That's right, you don't drink beer.  Sure, I'll drink all the beer.  After a few games and some great conversation I had a realization...you're perfect!  Why is she giving me that weird look!? Wait...what!? "Perfect" not "pervert"! Smooth...

Now I drink wine and she loves beer, she's still perfect and she's going to be my partner for life.

Cynthia's Story

It was a summer night in San Diego and my friend invited me to a Christmas Party at her friend's house in Little Italy...who has a Christmas party in July!?.  We got to the party and a cute guy wearing an oversized bow tie and an American flag tank top opened the door....why do I find that attractive!? This is the strangest Christmas party ever...people are wearing random costumes and playing a strange game called "beer pong"...this isn't going to work.  Suddenly cute guy decides I'll be his partner and tells me he'll drink all the beer because I hated it - did I mention the only other option was warm boxed wine!?  After a few games and some good conversation...you're a pervert (he said)! I give him a look, and he quickly corrects himself to say that I'm perfect...might be the beer talking but I believed him.

Now I love beer and he drinks wine, still calls me a pervert and wants to be my partner for life.

P.S. I was definitely not wearing white pants!