The Man.

A long long not so long time ago I was younger and more naïve. I thought boys that pay attention to you really did love you, and meant what they said. Then I had my heart broken- it was sad news. Thanks to a sorority sister he almost had his nose broken which would not have been sad news, but that is a story for another day.
Turns out that little preface was not such sad news after all because it meant I could actually have a “college” summer, right? Go to the beach when I don’t work, spend time with girlfriends; go on dates with people- go figure. It did not so much work out that way, why you ask? Because I did spend a little time with my girlfriend who told me it was time to stop moping and move on to the fun part of this situation. It was time to… dun dun dun meet someone, and she knew just the guy. An hour later, still a little pink, and covered in sand, still a little sticky from the saltwater, here I was waiting with my friend to meet this man she had such glowing reviews about. I saw him get out of the car. I watched him approaching the coffee shop. I wanted to bolt. My stomach was literally turning over; there is NO WAY this Adonis looking man is going to be interested in me. But he was so polite, and so funny, he had a quick wit, and was entirely too charming. We talked until the coffee shop closed, then we went somewhere else- until they closed too. We said our goodbyes and I think my friend had to pull me down off the ceiling I was just that enamored already.

Two years later here we are. In our teeny tiny apartment. He is more handsome than ever, more charming than ever, more frustrating than ever. And yet I love him all the more. B. is truly in a class of his own. That is not to say we don’t have our tiffs here and there, and I am sure I am the culprit behind half of them. But I am really and truly more in love by the day and lucky for that.
Thanks you B. for all that you say and do, for being the man that you are, I am proud of you, I love you.