It was a chilly Saturday night in the small town where I went to college, the kind of Saturday night that left you looking for good ways to stay warm. It was early in my freshman year.
I was at a party talking to some friends when I noticed a redhead who popped into the room. She had short but wavy hair, not straight but not too curly, and one of the nicest figures I had ever seen. As I circulated around the room, I was keeping an eye on her. I kept thinking that it would be nice to spend the night with her.
After a while, she came over to where I was standing.
"You seem to be watching me," she said. I smiled.
"Well, you're certainly worth watching," I said. She laughed.
"Thank you," she said. She smiled a very cute smile, which only made me want her more.
"I heard you talking about dumb laws," she said as she began to move away from the crowd. I followed. "Do you want to hear a really dumb law?"
"Sure," I said.
"I'm from the next state. Over there, it's illegal for a woman to be on top."
I nodded. "Yep, that's dumb," I said, chuckling. "That is definitely a dumb law." About as dumb as it gets, I thought to myself. She smiled and laughed.
"Want to help me break the law?"
I was a bit taken aback, but certainly willing. "Well, it sounds tempting, but we're a good 25 miles from the state line and I don't have a car," I said.