Not quite on a date, but closely related enough to tell the story. I had a couple of dates with a gal who was a world class gymnast at PSU back in the day when the gym team packed Rec Hall for matches. Her final appearance at a PSU meet happened to be on the back end of a Saturday Rec Hall doubleheader (wrestling in the afternoon, gymnastics at night). Following the wrestling, a few of us wandered across the street to the Post House. I proceeded to spend several hours there, only managing to make it to Rec Hall just in time to catch her on her final event. When the meet ended, bunches of people poured out of the stands surrounding and congratulating her. Because of the crowd, I couldn't get anywhere near her. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a friend of mine, who was a writer for one of the local papers, talking to a guy. I staggered over to him in a bit of a drunken stupor, interrupted him by exclaiming "End of an era. End of an era at PSU". He gave me this confused look and I simply added "Judy Gymnast (name changed to protect the innocent)! Nicest ass on campus!" He responded "Larry, I'd like you to meet Mr Gymnast, Judy's father". I sputtered a couple of words, realized I was just continuing to make a huge fool of myself, turned my back and walked away. Never went out with her again.