On the night of my first high school homecoming, I got reacquainted with a former elementary school crush. When the night ended, he asked for my AIM screen name. I told him it would be the hardest thing he’d ever need to remember, but when I got home and turned on my computer, he was the first one to instant message me.
—Amanda
Postscript: Three years and just an hour short of six months, we parted ways.
I’d been dating this funny Indian dude for a couple months; we were staggering back to my place at 3 a.m. after getting obliterated with some friends at a dive bar. A car full of Jersey Bros drove by, slowed down, and one of them leaned out the window and yelled at us “HEY, I’M GONNA F*** YOUR GIRLFRIEND!” Without a second’s hesitation, he drunkenly screamed back “F*** YOUUU, CRACKA!” as they drove off and I knew he was for me.
—Amelie
Postscript: He’s asleep in the other room right now; we just resigned our lease for another year.
I hit a deer with his car. Actually, the deer ran into the car. He was super-concerned about me, not the car. When I kept apologizing, he said “It’s just a tin can. I can replace the car. I can’t replace you.” With this I knew it was love, not just lust.
—Rach
Postscript: It’s six years later and we’ve been married for four of them.
When I was 18 and he was 20, he said “Let’s get married by the time I am 25. I’ll propose to you when I’m 24 and three months.” I was so skeptical.
—Nadine
Postscript: I am now 23 and he is 25. We are getting married next May.
I felt sorry for the one lonely fish in the aquarium of my dentist’s waiting room. The handsome guy sitting across from me saw my fleeting expression of pity for the fish and said (in a subtle Russian accent) “She’s sad, no?”
—Grace
Postscript: He asked me to marry him after the first time I beat him in a game of chess.
A guy I was dating emailed me a photo of his hands forming the shape of a heart while on a business trip in Asia.
—Amy
Postscript: I stupidly left the guy to go back to an ex-boyfriend, which I still regret.
In college, I was a fan of the “Calvin and Hobbes” comic strip and ate Honey Bunches of Oats cereal religiously. After dating a girl for only a couple of weeks, Valentine’s Day came around and she gave me a box of the cereal with “Calvin and Hobbes” strips taped over all over it.
—Aaron
Postscript: I never told her I loved her and proceeded to make several more bad decisions to eventually end it.
