And after a lovely evening together I woke up in the morning to find her in front of me with a plate and a fork and a knife and an omelette. It was the first time I had ever gotten breakfast in bed. And after that moment I realized that I was in love.
Postscript: Eight months and dandy!
She was studying abroad in Europe, and I suddenly realized that I couldn’t wait to talk to her online, to communicate in any way possible, because I wanted to feel that connection. At that moment, being with her felt more right than anything else in the world.
Postscript: We’ve been dating for more than a year!
I saw him playing football “tackle” and “fumble” with his 18-month-old nephew for the first time.
Postscript: We’ve been dating for a year, and it’s going really well.
I decided that I would wear a zebra cowboy hat and bring 20 balloons with me to my friend’s 21st birthday party. As I was walking to the party, she yelled from her fifth-story window “Hey, you with the balloons! Can I have one?” I told her she could have one only if she came down and talked to me.
Postscript: I got her to come to the party with me, and we have been dating ever since.
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?
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.
Postscript: More than a year later, we’re still together and we still play in the snow.
He made me a mix CD for my birthday, the second of which we’d shared together. I don’t cry over sappy songs or romantic movies, but as I listened to this CD on my way home from work the next day I was sobbing hysterically.
Postscript: I look forward to spending the rest of my life with him 😉