Seven months ago, I met a guy at a Halloween party and I clicked with him more than I have clicked with anyone in a really long time. He looked like a complete doofus because he was wearing purple short shorts and a pink crop top (what 23-year-old dresses up as Dora the Explorer?!) but he made me laugh all night, we talked about tattoos and music and books and got along very well - it is not often that I feel like there is no-one else in the room but with him that feeling was instant.
So yeah, I developed a huge crush on him, but then the girl who introduced me to him told me I wasn’t allowed to like him/ever date him so I basically spoke to him on Facebook chat as much as I could for the next month or so, and then we actually started hanging out a little bit and even though it had to be on the sly, every time I saw him I’d leave with a massive grin on my face and he just made me so fucking happy as a mate it was unreal. (Still had a crush on him though.)
Then I was going to England for a month and he drove me to the airport and I wanted him to kiss me goodbye but he didn’t. When I was over there, though, we Skyped for hours every day and I missed him like crazy and I felt like it was going to suck when I got back because being ‘best friends’ with him was awesome but I literally thought he was the hottest human being in the whole world and I could not stop thinking about kissing him.
Anyway I got home at the end of January and he kissed me the first night I got back and he became my boyfriend about ten minutes after that, now I get to see him whenever I like, he puts my feet in his mouth whenever I ask him to (which is often), I get to kiss him in the mornings when he’s disoriented and has sleep in his eyes and smells like boys smell in the mornings, he gets to put up with me when I’m sick and cranky and I get to give him blowjobs whilst we listen to A$AP, how sick is that?!?!
It is one in the morning and I am pretty damn lucky, I reckon.
