A friend needed my help, so I took a cab to her place at 2:30 a.m. It was sketchy, and I told this to my boyfriend the next morning while taking a walk. He stopped me, looked me straight in the eye, and said, “You are never doing that again.”
—Julia
Postscript: It didn’t work out, but we’re still close.
We had a lab exam for organic chemistry the next morning and I was supposed to go home at 9 p.m. so we could study by ourselves without distracting each other. Instead, we stayed up all night talking, and at 6 a.m. we finally kissed. We never had a chance to do well on the exam anyway.
—V
Postscript: He later broke my heart, but it was good while it lasted.
I had told my mom that if only someone like him could like me then I would move on from my crummy old relationship and into a new one. He told his mom he thought I was beautiful. I visited him in Chicago a month later, and he swept me off my feet.
—Ally
Postscript: I travel the country to be in his arms. He makes the smile on my face so much brighter; I couldn’t be more in love.
She wasn’t that into me because I talked with all the adults while all the kids played bocce ball at a dinner party. That night I sent her a Facebook message asking her out to coffee the next day, which turned into her inviting me over. That night was our first movie, our first kiss, and our first sleepover. The rest is history.
—Reed
Postscript: We’ve been dating for almost 10 months now, most of which was long distance between Seattle and Chicago. But we’re definitely in love: She came with me to Lafayette, Louisiana, while I did research for my history thesis! That’s what I call commitment.
I had a mental debate in my head over whether I should or shouldn’t be in love with a certain person. After a week or so of thinking about it very hard, I decided that I should be.
—Jim
Postscript: Thinking too hard worked against me later in this matter.
One of my fraternity brothers was interested in her, and I promised him I wouldn’t interfere. Rather surreptitiously, I rationalized that as not initiating any romance with her. So when she started flirting, how could I resist?
—Casey
Postscript: We’ve been dating for two years and three months, and we’re happier than ever. It took a while, but eventually the fraternity brother and I stopped exchanging feral glances—I think.
One night it was clear and snowing, and we went outside. After what I was expecting to be a nice walk in the snow, we came back freezing and soaked from the tackling and snowball fights. I realized how fun he was and that he wasn’t going to hold back from me.
—Jenny
Postscript: More than a year later, we’re still together and we still play in the snow.
