When I was a freshman here at Tulane, I met a beautiful girl at The Palms who was way out of my league. But I had been drinking a whole bunch, and I was wearing my lucky cowboy hat, so I went over to dance with her. Shockingly, she was into it too, and an hour and a half of dancing later, she invited me back to her place. 

We made it back to her dorm and started undressing. I took off my shirt, then reached up to take off my lucky cowboy hat. She grabbed my arm mid-motion and said, “No, keep the hat on.” 

I tried laughing it off, but she insisted. And, well … I’m only so strong. 

And so, the lucky cowboy hat got even luckier.