He had to pull me out of a pool because I got too drunk. Then he sat beside me on the couch while I slept and checked my breathing and pulse every five minutes until the early morning.
—Monica
Postscript: We’ve been dating for over two years now!
We were of two different religions, and his parents were not accepting of my faith. He told them that he was going to marry me regardless of what they felt.
—Linda
Postscript: We have been married for 37 years, raised three children, and celebrate both religions in our home.
He would always drive me to and from meet-ups with friends and play my favorite radio station in his car even though we have different tastes in music. At the end of every night, he would open the car door for me and walk me to the front door. Then he would shyly tell me he had a nice time, awkwardly give me a hug, and run back to his car. It was really cute.
—KG
Postscript: Eventually, one of the times he walked me to my front door, he asked me out on a date. We have been dating for two years, and he still opens the car door for me and walks me to my front door after every date.
I had a very tough day while I was working as a counselor at a sleepaway camp. It was color war, so it was completely normal that my long-time friend happened to be dressed in a makeshift tiger costume. Seeing that I was crying, he came over, gave me a hug and used his tail to dry my eyes.
—Esmeralda
Postscript: We’re best friends. We live in different parts of the country now, but I’m still pretty much in love with him. I regard him as a long-term project.
My boyfriend from home and I were “on a break.” I was playing a drinking game in a field in Paris with other international students, flirting with a German boy. We found a club, and I ended up dancing with him. I couldn’t stop thinking about my boyfriend. It was an incredible longing to be with him, to feel his body against mine. No cute foreign boy was worth losing him.
—Marie
Postscript: I got mugged on the way home from the club. It was probably God’s way of warning me not to touch other people. That same night, my boyfriend and I ended our break and agreed to be exclusive. We’ve now been dating for more than a year, and I still can’t stop thinking about him.
We could have a three-hour discussion about the Cubs, argue about the starting lineup, claim that the other person was an idiot in regards to their stance on the Bartman issue, then cook dinner together and watch a romantic comedy. All in one day.
—Margaret
Postscript: We dated for three years, and, after it all, he’s still my best friend.
He gave me his less-than-hygienic habit of blowing one’s nose on a dirty T-shirt from the laundry pile. One day he was blowing his nose into an old gray tee when I felt my nose starting to run, and I grabbed the same shirt and started blowing, too. When I realized we were both standing in his room, unshowered, sick and blowing into the same snotty T-shirt, I knew.
—Brittney
Postscript: Nine months in!
