What's kind of strange is that prior to coming to Wisconsin, I donated blood very rarely. I can only remember doing so twice: once in 1992, and again in 2009. That's not to say those were the only two times I donated; it's just that those stand out in my memory.
The first one was memorable because it was the first time I ever donated. I was working on Capitol Hill, and I had a bit of a crush on one of the women I worked with. So one day when a blood drive was being held downstairs from our office and she suggested that a bunch of us should go down as a group to donate, I went along with the idea, as boys with crushes will do when asked to go somewhere by girls they have crushes on.
I remember the other one because I was out of town at the time. I was up in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, interviewing for a position in the Gettysburg College campus bookstore. When I entered the College Union Building, I noticed there was a blood drive going on, and after my interview was over, I stopped and gave blood. I'm not sure why I decided to stop; yes, it was convenient, but I'm certain that at some point during the previous 17 years, I had passed up opportunities that were just as convenient. Maybe there was a pretty girl at the check-in table.