I had a matrix then too.
It was "female" and "available".
Heh, the above mentioned young lady was a key party in the infamous KY greased tarp wrestling match to celebrate my 22nd birthday. There were six guys and a sexually aggressive shepherd/chow mix staying at a home where the landlord had already reluctantly agreed to allow a 4 person no pets lease.
The neighbors were clearly not amused and I think the presence of the lubricated students in various stages of undress being watched by their 5 year old standing on top of his slide did not help relations any. Fortunately the responding officers had a sense of humor. At the time of their arrival I was down to a pair of Popeye the sailor boxer shorts and a pair of the redhead's unmentionables stretched over my head like a Mexican wrestling mask. Literally no one had their confidence buoyed when I insisted I was the right guy to talk to them, but I was just the right stage of drunk to make it work.
I knew it would be okay when more senior of the two officers started chuckling when he asked me if I had ID and I told him I must have left it in my other pants.
You may wonder what any of this has to do with a broken Cox - but the next morning the throbbing in my foot was a sign that at some point unknown the previous night I had gotten a stress fracture of my cuboid. It slowed my roll for a while. My mother was pretty unhappy with some of the things written on the cast.