to me, apparently.

I was minding my own business when we first met in class. She didn't have a text book the first few days, and she asked if she could sit next to me and read out of mine. I'm friendly, she's pretty, no prob.

She totally flirted with me (I was stone headed and didn't even notice because I'm not nearly as suave in real life) and kept "accidentally" bumping my hand and my knee, and finally just invited herself back to my apartment after about a week.

After a few weeks it dawned on me to ask where she lived, to which she replied "We live over blah blah". I of course asked "We who?" and she said "me and my husband".

Um... Who the hell thinks to ask a nineteen year old college girl if she's married?

Not me. Especially if I'm recently divorced, she's really pretty, has long red curly hair, and she wants to get in my bed. That question usually slips my mind.