Dave asked me out on a date during preseason. When I asked what we were going to do on this date of ours, he said, “Let’s dance outside in the moonlight!” He was supposed to pick me up at 9:00 p.m., but he was so excited for it that he started calling me around 8:30 p.m. to see if we could just go then. I wasn’t ready yet. He showed up at 8:45 p.m.; I still wasn’t ready. Finally at 9:00 p.m. (as planned), we walked hand in hand to the deck by Briggs. He had made a playlist on his ipod for us to dance to, but he decided almost immediately that I did not like what he had picked, so instead we listened to Manu Chao, one earphone in my ear, one in his, and danced to the whole CD. I gave him crap, because it was a cloudy night and the moon was only visible for about five minutes total. But what I was really thinking was, “Who is this ballsy freshman asking a senior out on a date in his third week here???” That was Dave. Ballsy.Joy Manweiler
Memories of Dave Golub -Joy Manweiler
