As promised (although slightly delayed due to sleep) I’m writing a post about my relationship and my boyfriend, so sit back, soak up the lifetime drama and enjoy/cringe/sympathize with me as I attempt to sum up a complex relationship into inadequate words.
We’ve been dating for just over a year now, and like all relationships we’ve had our highs and lows. I don’t really remember the first night I met my BF (gonna call him J), but I remember trying to convince him to ask out my friend. We were all drunk and out clubbing, and while my friend (Lets go with A) was at the bathroom J began talking to me about how much he liked A. I was all for them and thought they’d make the cutest, nerdiest, Simpsons obsessed couple ever. Little did I know that I would end up falling for the handsome goofball myself 😛
Anyway that night I remember sitting on a cold bus seat, watching as they shared one of the most romantic movie moments I’ve ever witnessed (despite it being outside a McDonald’s). There was an emotional speech, an impassioned response followed by an incredible sparks flying, lungs exploding, world-spinning kiss. I was squealing with joy in the background while trying to dodge sleazy guys. There may have been a few drinks involved by this point as well hahaha!
They never had anything more than a couple of hook ups, and are still great friends today (thank god for that since I love them both). However, it meant that I knew my BF for about a year before we started dating, which is pretty great.
He and I don’t have a very… lovey-dovey story. We all went to a party for A’s birthday I think, which was followed by drinks out, which in turn lead to some serious flirting which ended up with some very provocative dancing on my behalf. A group of us headed back to A’s house to crash, and J and I ended up ‘crashing’ in the same bed. Her bed to be precise. There was lots of cuddling and then some kissing. After checking to make sure we both were on board we had some damn good sex (consent is super important, especially when intoxicated people!). My favourite part of that first night for us though was the morning after. We were both super awkward and shy, yet trying to act totally normal. Safe to say that A found out about everything in 0.2 seconds hahaha :’D . We all went out for a very hungover brunch, and on the walk back to the house J invited me to a party that was happening in a few nights. A quidditch beer-pong party. Who could resist an invitation like that!
In those few days J and I did A LOT of fb flirting, it was a struggle trying to focus at work. We ended up deciding not to go to the party, and instead he rocked up at the end of my shift (9pm) with a caramel sunday. We spent a while hanging out on the town, just sitting and talking, before heading back to my house when it got too cold. At mine we played some playstation games and talked about movies, before I noticed the time and dropped him home. I know, I know. What a tease, having sex the first night but not after an actual date, but alcohol was involved that night. While I’ve had a few 1-night stands before I don’t like them, and they usually only happen once I am heavily, heavily intoxicated. Hence why I try to avoid getting that wasted. So I dropped the man home.
Skip forward a few weeks, and we’ve now been on a few dates. We’ve gotten ice cream, gone for walks, had nice dinners out, seen a lot of movies. We even held hands in public a few times hahaha. I started staying the nights at his and yes we starting having toe curling sex again. It was super fun, and after about a month we decided that yeah, we were comfortable putting a label on our relationship. We were now ‘officially’ boyfriend and girlfriend.
I think I’m going to leave it there for now. It’s almost midnight here and I like leaving it at a happier part 🙂 Don’t worry, we’re still at a happy part, but there is some stuff in the middle and more stress now.