Of course no chance she had to put on the beer goggles to get through a night with you. :-)
Actually, as I recall, it was losing a drunken bet that had me dancing with her at the party my dorm was throwing.
As a result, I was on “MD” duty that night. That is to say, we made sure ANY girl who came to our parties got danced with.
That night, I lost the bet at the pre-party, and got assigned as the Doctor: He who administered the Mercy Dance. . .
(evil grin)