Wallace Williams (’92) and Milagros Colon-Williams (’92)

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Wallace and I met taking a management course in the spring of 1992. We were both upper seniors ready for our June graduation and had no intentions of pursuing a relationship, especially with a classmate. The first day, when I walked into the classroom, I immediately noticed Wallace. I took a mental picture of him because he was too loud, he seemed to be a little too popular, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of me, which made me very uncomfortable.

As the semester progressed, Wallace slowly made his way to my side of the classroom and started conversing about anything he could think of. Then one day he got lucky. The professor assigned us to small groups of six where we had to work together after class, so we exchanged telephone numbers. I was a little upset about that, because I had not chosen to give him my number. As time went by, we found out we had a lot in common. I was the type of girl who attended all my classes, went to the library, and went straight home. Wallace never gave up. He was very persistent. He would invite me to lunch at McDonald’s at every opportunity, but I would turn him down. I decided to go on a date with him just to get him off my back. We took the subway to 59th Street, where we had dinner and saw the movie White Men Can’t Jump. Afterward we headed to the South Street Seaport and spent hours talking about goals in life and whatever was important to us. Since that day, it has been great.