I just realized last night that I've never told you all how The Boyfriend and I came to be. It's actually a pretty simple story. It was a warm August evening. The law school's welcome barbeque had just ended so my new roommates and I headed over to the courtyard to grab a drink and meet some of our fellow first-year law students. As I approached the keg, I noticed a handsome, tanned, dark-haired guy in sunglasses handing out cups of beer. I had no idea who he was so I just smiled shyly, took my beer, and walked away.
School starts, I get to know my classmates and, eventually, some upperclassmen, too. Turns out the stud with the beer was just one year ahead of me and the vice-president of our law students association. Hot and ambitious? Just my type.
Fast forward to spring and it's election time on campus. The studly v-p who handed me the beer was running for President. I didn't really know much about the candidates so I went to a lunchtime event to hear their election speeches. And to get free lunch, but that's beside the point. Afterwards, the studly v-p stopped me in the hall to ask what I thought about the speeches and to discuss the election. As boring as that convo topic sounds, he still managed to make me laugh. Turns out, he's a pretty funny guy. I like funny.
We became Facebook friends - because that's what you do these days - and started chatting every now and then. In the evenings, during classes (scandalous!), just a few exchanges here and there. As the temperature rose and spring became summer, our chats became more frequent and a friendship developed. And I was totally convinced he saw me as nothing more than a friend but I didn't mind. He's one of those guys that you just want to have in your life, whatever the title may be. So if we were just going to be friends, then at least I knew I'd have a really awesome friend.
The following September (over a year after he first gave me that beer), he sent me a text on a Saturday afternoon asking if I wanted to come over and hang out that evening. Totally something a "just friend" does, right? I did not think for a second that this was a date. If I had known, I would've made a little more of an effort to look cute. I mean, it's not like I showed up in sweats but I certainly didn't pull out all the stops.
Turns out, it kinda was a date. We talked for hours, rented a movie, made homemade pesto - it was the absolute best way to spend a Saturday night. I guess I looked cute enough because we've been together ever since. And sometimes we still spend our Saturday nights with a rented movie and (gluten free) homemade pesto.
And, yes, he won that election.
And my heart.
(Awwwww...... what? too cheesy?)