DAY 2 - How did you and your significant other get together? If you don't have one, describe what your dream boyfriend/girlfriend would be like.

Hmmm ... I don't know how long of a story this will be. I guess the best way to really tell this story is to start from the beginning so you can see the significance of us getting together. Here it goes ...

It all started at my college sometime in the fall. I think it was close to about 8 or 9 at night because I was about to head home but without having my one last smoke of the night first. So there I was outside in the "smoking pit", smoking my cigarette and minding my own business. Then I noticed HIM walking by inside the school and it struck me that I knew this guy because I went to highschool with him. He looked very different from what I remembered him to look like and that's what struck me the most but at the same time it was no really no big deal at that moment. I see familiar faces all the time from highschool, that's what happens. I'm sure people who have seen me from highschol recognize me but that's all there is to it.

Then ... there he goes walking by AGAIN. This time, he stopped and peered through the glass and actually looked at me. I stared a little bit because I was a little confused. Was he actually staring at me or was I just in the way of his vision towards something else? So I turned around and continued on with my smoke. I heard the doors open and felt a tap on my shoulder. There he was standing right in front of me with a little shy smile on his face and asked, "could I possible get a smoke from you?" Oh ... so he was looking at me ... for a smoke. I handed him one and even a lighter. I thought he was going to walk away as soon as he lit it because most people do and just leave with a, "thanks". He stuck around and leaned against the wall and looked at me.

"You look familiar .... Do I know you?" He asked me.
"No. But I know you," I said back. He looked really confused.
"OH? How?"
"Richmond High," I said with a little laugh and he started laughing, "I'm sure I just look familiar because you might have seen me in the hallways or something back in highschool."
"Yeah ... I think I do remember," he said. From that point, we made our official introductions and very quickly got comfortable with each other. We reminisced about our highschool days and laughed quite a bit about the things he used to do. The entire time, I continued to stare at him and it really started to dawn on me how different this guy was. It was like night and day. The way he spoke, the way he walked, the way he dressed ... quite the opposite of what I remembered this boy to look like back in highschool. I didn't know what to make of it at this point. He was a good-looking guy with the black turtleneck, black slacks and puma shoulder bag with the cute hair ... , I couldn't deny it but all it was at that point was a nice, friendly guy keeping up a fun conversation with me. It surprised me because I'm normally not that friendly towards strangers ... at least to that extent of having a full blown conversation about everything and anything.

I think a couple of hours have already gone by because I noticed that I was only down to 2 cigarettes left when I started off with practically a full pack. My cheeks were sore due to the laughter we were sharing and my hands were numb because it was chilly outside. We were talking deeply about our love for music and our favourite artist at the time: John Mayer. Because of this one singer, we actually talked about personal things and I had never felt so comfortable. I finally had to end the conversation though and to be honest, I really didn't want to but it was getting late and I had to get home. We said our goodbyes and that was it.

That night started a chain of "smoking pit meetings" almost every night. It came to a point where I would want to have a smoke, hoping he was down there for me to run into. He always was and he would always say "hi" and welcome me and we would talk for hours and hours and I always made sure I brought my entire pack of cigarettes. There would be times where I would be half an hour late for my classes because I kept losing track of time. He was a new friend. It was so easy, so comfortable, I was myself and I enjoyed every minute with him.

Eventually we became good enough friends that we hung out a couple of times after classes to play some pool or grab a bite to eat together. We even talked on MSN all the time, laughing our asses off at our nonsensical conversations and eventually we talked on the phone a few times too.

We did lose touch after a while. We didn't talk to each other for a good few months because from what I rememember, his cousin from Australia was staying with him and his family for a year and of course, he had to accomodate him. Also I later found out that he was actually seeing someone for a little bit. I didn't care at this point. He was still just a friend that I enjoyed talking to. I did miss him but I just tried to do my own thing.

Out of nowhere ... sometime in May ... he calls me up. I didn't know who it was and and when he revealed himself, I was ecstatic. A little more ecstatic than I thought I would have been. I ignored it the feeling. Our friendship had started again and the continuous phonecalls and MSN all-nighters continued. I was denying my feelings at this point because I was always the type to be very cautious when it came to new people ... especially guys. Plus ... he was such a great friend at this point that I didn't allow myself to at all ruin it ONE BIT. I couldn't. The friendship was near perfect that I couldn't dare wreck it. There was a bit of tension though I would have to say. If your read our old MSN conversations, you could read and feel the tension between us. It was very cute, very cheesy, very humorous. I don't know how to explain it. We just never flat out said, "hey ... let's officially go out for dinner".

By June, I decided to invite him and his cousin to my birthday party at my house. It took A LOT of deliberation regarding this decision. I wanted to then I didn't want to. I made a lot of coin tosses, plucked a lot of flowers, made a lot of eenie minie moes ... and it all came to "INVITE HIM". And let me tell you ... I AM SO GLAD I DID.

He was the first to arrive and I was really really really trying to contain myself. I was really happy that he was able to make it. His birthday gift to me? His ONLY COPY of John Mayer's Concert DVD - "Any Given Thursday" which was really really hard to find at that time. I thought that was the most endearing thing anyone has ever given me. I didn't think he payed attention to that when I said I was missing that in my John Mayer collection. Also ... he brought his guitar and I thought he was going to play for me and my friends. NO ... "I'm playing for YOU ... later". So it was a fun day. Him and I were getting really close and joking a lot around each other. I was really enjoying myself because it had been a long time since him and I had actually spent any physical time together since it was always just MSN and phone calls. I was really surprised to see how comfortable we were with each other. We had a BLAST during the bowling portion of my birthday. He demanded that I be on his team and we were just inseparable for the day. I wasn't really paying too much attention to anyone else and I kinda felt bad about that. I tried to make my rounds to everybody but it was hard.


For the night portion of my birthday ... I had decided to go clubbing. I really didn't want to at the end of the night but I couldn't think of anything else. He said that he probably wouldn't make it to that because he's not into that thing. I was a little disappointed and he saw it so he assured me that he will see what he can do and he will try ... At least he tried.

He DID end up coming for the sake that it would be good for his cousin to experience the clubbing scene since and meet some more new people because his cousin has never done those kinds of things back in Australia. Regardless, I was happy that he was there but I WAS AN IDIOT. I was really really really drunk when he walked in. I was taking shots and drinking A LOT. I started to feel really bad at this point and thought that I had blown it. "I must look like a total drunken idiot," I told myself. Here he was, obviously taking the chance to come even though he hates clubs and there I WAS ... drunk out of my mind. So I had thought I had blown it and tried to make the best out of it. I asked him to dance anyway and figured why not ... at least make most out of the night. At the end of clubbing, everyone rallied upstairs and I could barely walk. I tried to sit next to him and I ended up on the floor in front of him. He helped out though and made sure I was doing okay. I just kept wanting to hand my head in shame. It was at this point that I realized that clubbing really does suck and is completely pointless. Anyways, it was HIM to decided to leave the club and get me sobered up and get me some coffee. Everyone agreed and we all went to Denny's since it was 24-hours.

He helped me walk the entire way to Denny's from the car and made sure I was standing and made sure my arm didn't leave his. I couldn't understand why he was doing this but at this point I just didn't want to fall on my ass. Once we all got inside and was seated, he was pretty adament to order me some coffee and even convinced the waitress to let me have my free birthday coffee even though the day was a couple of days late to my actualy birthdate. He even asked how I wanted my coffee and stirred for me. I was still very dizzy at this point and my head just would not lift off his shoulder because I was scared that I would throw up. But everyone else was a having a great time telling stories, laughing, recapping our day ... even he was making everyone laugh with charismatic stories.

I was finally half-sober. I was more aware of things but I still felt like shit. Then I noticed him slowly caressing my hand as if he was comforting me in some way underneath the table. I was really confused because I didn't know what it meant. Was he just being nice because I was feeling like crap or did it mean I thought it meant? I let him continue. I wanted to see where it went. Then ... he actually grabbed my hand and held it the whole time. That was an instant SOBER call. I opened my eyes as widely as they could go and my dizziness instantly went away. WHY IS HE HOLDING MY HAND? WHY IS HE RUBBING MY ARM? DID HE JUST KISS MY FOREHEAD? I wanted to start giggling but I stopped myself. I returned the affection discretely although I already noticed one of my friends trying to be nosy and figure out what we were doing underneath the table. I thought that this was a temporary thing because he let go to use his hands to demonstrate something and I thought that was it. He let go ... but NOPE ... he went straight back to holding my hand and massaged my fingers and my arm and it honestly felt like this was a normal thing for us.

When it was time for all of us to go home ... I got scared and I kept my distance. I was really really confused and I didn't know what to do. I had never gone through something like this before and I didn't know what it all meant. My friends said it was pretty obvious that he liked but I didn't know what to do with it. I just kept saying to myself, "well if he does ... he'll come back and ask me out ... IF he does ..."

I couldn't stop thinking about him and the night at Denny's from the moment I got home to the next day. I was anxiously waiting on my computer waiting for him to get on MSN and finally he messaged me. He ended up talking about what happened and he was actually just anxious about the whole thing. He was actually apologizing if he freaked me out in any way bout the hand-holidng thing. HAHA. He was just so happy that he made it out for my birthday and that he spent time with me and that we got to interact more with each other and pretty much revealved that he would like to be with me. I told him that I'm not that easy to be with but he said, "if you are willing to give me a chance ... I am willing to try".

That was that start of it and the rest was history ... It's been almost 5 YEARS now and we are still going strong. We always joke about that night of my birthday and it's great to have my birthday be such a significant memory for the both of us. So not only did I become officially an adult that night by turning 21, but I also got myself a wonderful boyfriend. That's why he always makes sure that I get an awesome birthday every year because it just means so much to us.

I don't know if you guys managed to read all of that because I don't know if you really care but that is our story of us and how we got together!

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DAY 2 - How did you and your significant other get together? If you don't have one, describe what your dream boyfriend/girlfriend would be like.

Hmmm ... I don't know how long of a story this will be. I guess the best way to really tell this story is to start from the beginning so you can see the significance of us getting together. Here it goes ...

It all started at my college sometime in the fall. I think it was close to about 8 or 9 at night because I was about to head home but without having my one last smoke of the night first. So there I was outside in the "smoking pit", smoking my cigarette and minding my own business. Then I noticed HIM walking by inside the school and it struck me that I knew this guy because I went to highschool with him. He looked very different from what I remembered him to look like and that's what struck me the most but at the same time it was no really no big deal at that moment. I see familiar faces all the time from highschool, that's what happens. I'm sure people who have seen me from highschol recognize me but that's all there is to it.

Then ... there he goes walking by AGAIN. This time, he stopped and peered through the glass and actually looked at me. I stared a little bit because I was a little confused. Was he actually staring at me or was I just in the way of his vision towards something else? So I turned around and continued on with my smoke. I heard the doors open and felt a tap on my shoulder. There he was standing right in front of me with a little shy smile on his face and asked, "could I possible get a smoke from you?" Oh ... so he was looking at me ... for a smoke. I handed him one and even a lighter. I thought he was going to walk away as soon as he lit it because most people do and just leave with a, "thanks". He stuck around and leaned against the wall and looked at me.

"You look familiar .... Do I know you?" He asked me.
"No. But I know you," I said back. He looked really confused.
"OH? How?"
"Richmond High," I said with a little laugh and he started laughing, "I'm sure I just look familiar because you might have seen me in the hallways or something back in highschool."
"Yeah ... I think I do remember," he said. From that point, we made our official introductions and very quickly got comfortable with each other. We reminisced about our highschool days and laughed quite a bit about the things he used to do. The entire time, I continued to stare at him and it really started to dawn on me how different this guy was. It was like night and day. The way he spoke, the way he walked, the way he dressed ... quite the opposite of what I remembered this boy to look like back in highschool. I didn't know what to make of it at this point. He was a good-looking guy with the black turtleneck, black slacks and puma shoulder bag with the cute hair ... , I couldn't deny it but all it was at that point was a nice, friendly guy keeping up a fun conversation with me. It surprised me because I'm normally not that friendly towards strangers ... at least to that extent of having a full blown conversation about everything and anything.

I think a couple of hours have already gone by because I noticed that I was only down to 2 cigarettes left when I started off with practically a full pack. My cheeks were sore due to the laughter we were sharing and my hands were numb because it was chilly outside. We were talking deeply about our love for music and our favourite artist at the time: John Mayer. Because of this one singer, we actually talked about personal things and I had never felt so comfortable. I finally had to end the conversation though and to be honest, I really didn't want to but it was getting late and I had to get home. We said our goodbyes and that was it.

That night started a chain of "smoking pit meetings" almost every night. It came to a point where I would want to have a smoke, hoping he was down there for me to run into. He always was and he would always say "hi" and welcome me and we would talk for hours and hours and I always made sure I brought my entire pack of cigarettes. There would be times where I would be half an hour late for my classes because I kept losing track of time. He was a new friend. It was so easy, so comfortable, I was myself and I enjoyed every minute with him.

Eventually we became good enough friends that we hung out a couple of times after classes to play some pool or grab a bite to eat together. We even talked on MSN all the time, laughing our asses off at our nonsensical conversations and eventually we talked on the phone a few times too.

We did lose touch after a while. We didn't talk to each other for a good few months because from what I rememember, his cousin from Australia was staying with him and his family for a year and of course, he had to accomodate him. Also I later found out that he was actually seeing someone for a little bit. I didn't care at this point. He was still just a friend that I enjoyed talking to. I did miss him but I just tried to do my own thing.

Out of nowhere ... sometime in May ... he calls me up. I didn't know who it was and and when he revealed himself, I was ecstatic. A little more ecstatic than I thought I would have been. I ignored it the feeling. Our friendship had started again and the continuous phonecalls and MSN all-nighters continued. I was denying my feelings at this point because I was always the type to be very cautious when it came to new people ... especially guys. Plus ... he was such a great friend at this point that I didn't allow myself to at all ruin it ONE BIT. I couldn't. The friendship was near perfect that I couldn't dare wreck it. There was a bit of tension though I would have to say. If your read our old MSN conversations, you could read and feel the tension between us. It was very cute, very cheesy, very humorous. I don't know how to explain it. We just never flat out said, "hey ... let's officially go out for dinner".

By June, I decided to invite him and his cousin to my birthday party at my house. It took A LOT of deliberation regarding this decision. I wanted to then I didn't want to. I made a lot of coin tosses, plucked a lot of flowers, made a lot of eenie minie moes ... and it all came to "INVITE HIM". And let me tell you ... I AM SO GLAD I DID.

He was the first to arrive and I was really really really trying to contain myself. I was really happy that he was able to make it. His birthday gift to me? His ONLY COPY of John Mayer's Concert DVD - "Any Given Thursday" which was really really hard to find at that time. I thought that was the most endearing thing anyone has ever given me. I didn't think he payed attention to that when I said I was missing that in my John Mayer collection. Also ... he brought his guitar and I thought he was going to play for me and my friends. NO ... "I'm playing for YOU ... later". So it was a fun day. Him and I were getting really close and joking a lot around each other. I was really enjoying myself because it had been a long time since him and I had actually spent any physical time together since it was always just MSN and phone calls. I was really surprised to see how comfortable we were with each other. We had a BLAST during the bowling portion of my birthday. He demanded that I be on his team and we were just inseparable for the day. I wasn't really paying too much attention to anyone else and I kinda felt bad about that. I tried to make my rounds to everybody but it was hard.


For the night portion of my birthday ... I had decided to go clubbing. I really didn't want to at the end of the night but I couldn't think of anything else. He said that he probably wouldn't make it to that because he's not into that thing. I was a little disappointed and he saw it so he assured me that he will see what he can do and he will try ... At least he tried.

He DID end up coming for the sake that it would be good for his cousin to experience the clubbing scene since and meet some more new people because his cousin has never done those kinds of things back in Australia. Regardless, I was happy that he was there but I WAS AN IDIOT. I was really really really drunk when he walked in. I was taking shots and drinking A LOT. I started to feel really bad at this point and thought that I had blown it. "I must look like a total drunken idiot," I told myself. Here he was, obviously taking the chance to come even though he hates clubs and there I WAS ... drunk out of my mind. So I had thought I had blown it and tried to make the best out of it. I asked him to dance anyway and figured why not ... at least make most out of the night. At the end of clubbing, everyone rallied upstairs and I could barely walk. I tried to sit next to him and I ended up on the floor in front of him. He helped out though and made sure I was doing okay. I just kept wanting to hand my head in shame. It was at this point that I realized that clubbing really does suck and is completely pointless. Anyways, it was HIM to decided to leave the club and get me sobered up and get me some coffee. Everyone agreed and we all went to Denny's since it was 24-hours.

He helped me walk the entire way to Denny's from the car and made sure I was standing and made sure my arm didn't leave his. I couldn't understand why he was doing this but at this point I just didn't want to fall on my ass. Once we all got inside and was seated, he was pretty adament to order me some coffee and even convinced the waitress to let me have my free birthday coffee even though the day was a couple of days late to my actualy birthdate. He even asked how I wanted my coffee and stirred for me. I was still very dizzy at this point and my head just would not lift off his shoulder because I was scared that I would throw up. But everyone else was a having a great time telling stories, laughing, recapping our day ... even he was making everyone laugh with charismatic stories.

I was finally half-sober. I was more aware of things but I still felt like shit. Then I noticed him slowly caressing my hand as if he was comforting me in some way underneath the table. I was really confused because I didn't know what it meant. Was he just being nice because I was feeling like crap or did it mean I thought it meant? I let him continue. I wanted to see where it went. Then ... he actually grabbed my hand and held it the whole time. That was an instant SOBER call. I opened my eyes as widely as they could go and my dizziness instantly went away. WHY IS HE HOLDING MY HAND? WHY IS HE RUBBING MY ARM? DID HE JUST KISS MY FOREHEAD? I wanted to start giggling but I stopped myself. I returned the affection discretely although I already noticed one of my friends trying to be nosy and figure out what we were doing underneath the table. I thought that this was a temporary thing because he let go to use his hands to demonstrate something and I thought that was it. He let go ... but NOPE ... he went straight back to holding my hand and massaged my fingers and my arm and it honestly felt like this was a normal thing for us.

When it was time for all of us to go home ... I got scared and I kept my distance. I was really really confused and I didn't know what to do. I had never gone through something like this before and I didn't know what it all meant. My friends said it was pretty obvious that he liked but I didn't know what to do with it. I just kept saying to myself, "well if he does ... he'll come back and ask me out ... IF he does ..."

I couldn't stop thinking about him and the night at Denny's from the moment I got home to the next day. I was anxiously waiting on my computer waiting for him to get on MSN and finally he messaged me. He ended up talking about what happened and he was actually just anxious about the whole thing. He was actually apologizing if he freaked me out in any way bout the hand-holidng thing. HAHA. He was just so happy that he made it out for my birthday and that he spent time with me and that we got to interact more with each other and pretty much revealved that he would like to be with me. I told him that I'm not that easy to be with but he said, "if you are willing to give me a chance ... I am willing to try".

That was that start of it and the rest was history ... It's been almost 5 YEARS now and we are still going strong. We always joke about that night of my birthday and it's great to have my birthday be such a significant memory for the both of us. So not only did I become officially an adult that night by turning 21, but I also got myself a wonderful boyfriend. That's why he always makes sure that I get an awesome birthday every year because it just means so much to us.

I don't know if you guys managed to read all of that because I don't know if you really care but that is our story of us and how we got together!

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