I was 19 when this album came out, and it was the soundtrack for one of the saddest dates I ever had...
I had met her at a bar across state lines where I was old enough to drink, and like a certain Seinfeld episode, I completely blanked on her name and was too anxious about it to ask her for it again; even though she gave me her phone number, I still didn't get her name again. Anyway, she went to a college about 30 miles from my house, so it wasn't really difficult to make the trip, except that it was during a bad ice and sleet storm, so getting up the highway was pretty treacherous and while I dismissed her apprehension about me driving in that mess while promising I was a pretty good driver and would be careful; the reality, of course, was that in the back of my mind, I was hoping she would take my willingness to risk life and limb to see her would speed up the course of our courtship, if you know what I mean.
There wasn't much to do there since everything had closed due to bad weather. We went outside with her friends and roommates for a while and then came in once we were all cold and wet. They gave me a pair of sweatpants to wear while my pants and sweater were in the dryer, and someone put on Songs from the Big Chair. I think there were like 4 of us sitting around, and it felt like she was playing defense right away, even though I never made any kind of move. I can't even remember what we talked about or even how much I was even involved in the conversation. All I remember is that whatever had motivated me to ask for her number, as well as her actually giving me the right number, was gone. I think I maybe got a hug at the door when I left. I never saw her or called her again.