Let’s paint a picture. It’s Saturday night at Skeeps. Your $12 Moscow Mule pitcher is running dry. “Down” by Jay Sean is blasting on the speakers. Everyone’s losing it. Luckily, you lock eyes with that special someone from across the muddied dance floor. You find your way through the crowd and begin to hit the basics: Name, major, hometown, your least favorite President of the University whose last name starts with an “S.” Next thing you know, you’re in a Lyft back to their place.