I met Margaret when I was a sophomore in high school and we had a two hour chemistry class together. I liked Margaret from the first time I met her because she wasn't really like anyone I'd ever met before. She was a red haired Italian, which was a first, but also despite being a little bit older than I was (she was a junior to my sophomore) she always acted the same with everyone and her crazy sense of humor made anyone feel like they belonged in her company.
One of the best memories I have of Margaret was during one day in class when she came over to my table which consisted of me and the Diedrich brothers and proceeded to tell us what kind of strippers she thought we would look best as. I don't remember exactly how the conversation went down, but I do remember me laughing the entire time and that she decided to don me with the role of the sexy lumberjack...such a character. When it comes to my memories of Margaret, most of the great ones come from the numerous hours I spent with her in that classroom, which might seem kind of a boring basis for memories to the outsider, but I guess you just had to be there.
Margaret is married now, and I'm in line with a lot of men who have known her when I say that her husband is a lucky man. Regardless of her current taken status though, I don't have a problem saying that she is one of the most lovely people I've had the pleasure to come across in my life. I wish her nothing but the best and I hope that she and her husband have the best life they could possibly have. Maybe someday we'll meet again and reminisce over a nice bottle of fine, but until then, stay lovely darling.
-Andrew
Extra note: When we met, The 40-Year-Old Virgin was pretty big, and I once half-jokingly propositioned Margaret by reenacting the "fuck buddy" scene. It was hilarious and became a running joke with us for a while...dunno how I almost forgot about that!
