Look out kid They keep it all hid

My college Anthropology professor, Lina Fruzetti, attended some college in the midwest and had a roommate who was blonde and blue-eyed and involved in a long-distance relationship with some guy in New York. One weekend, the guy came to visit and brought a friend. Fruzetti's roommate urged her to come along to dinner so the friend would have someone to talk to. When the two men came to pick up the women from their dorm, the boyfriend was cute and likeable, but the friend was sort of dour, sulky and not particularly cute. He had a weird nose and big, frizzy hair. Fruzetti feigned sickness and politely declined the dinner date. The friend left, sad and dejected.

Years later, Fruzetti was in her apartment watching TV and all of a sudden she saw the blind-date reject. He was still dour and still had big frizzy hair. He was playing a guitar. He was Bob Dylan.