Thanks for da Bday hookah Zach and Steven. (Taken with instagram)
The reason behind me not partying with the people I used to isn’t because I’m “caked up”. I would hardly consider only getting lunch dates with my boyfriend as being super attached.
I would say it’s because, unlike you, I’m working on obtaining a better future through working, going to school, and taking care of myself because mommy or daddy won’t hold my hand when I fall down.
Responsibility and Adulthood. Maybe some people should learn what those things are.
I can’t wait…
- Until I’m back to 115 lbs.
- Until I have my own place.
- Until my vacation.
- Until I have a new job.
- Until I’m back in school.
- Until I’m in a place where I want to be.
Until I’m completely happy again.
basically me at school all day
me: i hate all of you
me: stop screaming you saw your friend yesterday
me: holy fuck walk faster
me: get smarter idiot
me: maybe if i hit my head on my desk enough times ill die
Five months.
That’s not a particularly long time. I know this and he knows this.
Tomorrow will be Zach and I’s four months. Nothing too significant. Nothing to get too excited about. But on Christmas of 2011, he asked me to be his girlfriend and that was the happiest I had been in what had felt like an eternity. I feel like I must explain myself.
Three years ago, I was working at a movie theater in the town I used to live in. I only recognized a handful of customers, mostly older people who came in during the day as mentors for mentally disabled adults. But there was always this one guy that I immediately recognized. He was rather short with reddish brown hair and a beard. From the first time I saw him, I had a teeny tiny crush on him. I professed this to my co-workers who would then taunt me every Saturday when my “little boyfriend” would come in to watch a movie. I never said a word to him other than the typical “how can I help you?” and “are you a student anywhere?” I started seeing him in random places. A music venue in wabash, the mall in Fort Wayne. Restaurants around Muncie. It started to seem weird how often I would see him in random places in random towns.
Last October, I quit the theater and moved to a different town that was 40 minutes away. The job that I started at is a gaming store. My first day in, my “little boyfriend” walked in the door. I was dumbstruck. I moved almost an hour away to a little shop tucked away in this podunk town, and here is this guy I had been crushing on for 3 years. Weird. Turned out, he was a regular Friday night customer. Fridays at the card shop, Saturday’s at the movies. I already knew this guy’s schedule before I even knew his name.
A few weeks into my new job, my manager confessed a secret. This guy who comes in regularly held a crush on me. Everyone knew it. Except for me. She gave me a name. So I Facebook creeped immediately, hoping it would be the guy I had held a secret affection for for the past 3 years. And low and behold, I finally had a name to give to the short guy with the bearded face. Zachary.
So, after mustering up some courage, Zachary came up and spoke to me. The next week, we spoke again and exchanged numbers. The next Saturday, five months ago today, we had our first date. It took him 5 dates from then to finally kiss me, and it was a worth the 3 year wait.
To finally be with someone who respects and appreciates me is the best feeling. 4 months officially in and the closest we’ve come to fighting is disagreeing about who is paying for dinner. He still opens every door for me, holds my hand, and smiles like a child after our kisses. We miss each other terribly when we part ways and giggle and hug so tightly when we come together again. He loves to be around my family and wants me to be included in his. He sees us long term, and isn’t terrified of that. He pushes me to do well in school and work. He wants me to be successful. He makes plans for the future that includes me. He’s perfect in every way possible.
Even though our time together thus far hasn’t been long, I have a good feeling about this. I’ve never held much confidence in my previous relationships, so I know this must mean something. And as silly as this may seem, I could see myself walking down the aisle with him waiting for me at the end. He knows that I feel this way, and he claims that he does as well.
Five months ago today, I finally met the person I believe was meant for me. And it only took 3 years of random placements for us to realize it.
