Anything you could tell the rest of us?
My roommate in grad school called his best friend's little sister, who had just started college, and asked her out for ice cream. The girl asked if he had a friend who could come along with her roommate.
The friend was me and the roommate turned out to be Caroline Kennedy, who had just started college.
It was at the original Steve's ice cream on Elm Street in Somerville, MA during its hey-day, so you had to stand in line for an extended period.
Appearance-wise, she was dressed sloppily, with unbrushed hair. But, hey, college, and that's not what's important.
She was rude and abrupt with very little personality. She wouldn't engage in conversation. Every attempt at conversation was met with silence, or a quick response designed to cut off the thread of conversation.
So I'm just there with Caroline for what seemed like eternity as my roommate and the other girl are talking and laughing.
Maybe she was having a bad day. Maybe she felt uncomfortable. She certainly made me feel uncomfortable.