“Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairytale.”
What’s that you say? Valentines Day is over so therefore all vomit inducing declarations of love must be stifled until next February the 14th? Well I say, YOU’RE WRONG! Today is mine and the mister’s 9 monthiversary! It might turn out that this post is more appropriate for our 1 year anniversary but I’m impatient and want to talk about him NOW.
P.S. I wrote and scheduled this post ahead of time…how fancy am I?
I don’t think I’ve ever really written a post about Mike. Or me and Mike. Or me and Mike and Bella and Buffalo. I mean all in one post. How we came to be such a precious little “family.” So this is our story up until now. And trust me, if you are planning on reading this thing, pop some popcorn, put on your jammies, and get comfy. It’s going to be a long one.
Things are about to get REAL, and what I’m about to say might SHOCK a few of my friends, but it’s going to come out eventually, so WHY NOT NOW?
Mike and I met…(drumroll)…online!
I know what you’re thinking. Why would a slammin’ hottie like Mike need to go online to find a woman? All I know is I’m thankful we were both on the same website at the same time and that I didn’t turn out to be a con artist like he originally thought I was. He says I was too pretty to be real. Cue “Awwwwwww” of jealousy. I know. He’s the best.
When I signed up for an account on Match.com (for reasons I will not admit to the masses), I didn’t tell anyone. And when Mike and I met in person after a month of e-mails, texts, and phone calls, I lied about him. I told everyone, including my mother, that we met in Myrtle Beach during spring break because it was the first excuse I could think of. I wasn’t ready to admit what I thought was embarrassing and hypocritical on my part. But Mike never lied to his friends or family about it, which kind of made me feel ridiculous. I don’t want to be ashamed about it. So what? We didn’t meet like most regular people. But then again, there’s not really anything regular about us. 😉
So, now that it’s out in the open – and hopefully my friends don’t hate me for lying about it – the show must go on!
I know I talk about Mike occasionally, specifically about testing his tolerance threshold. He’s super awesome and blog content-worthy. Plus he’s kind of ridiculously good looking. Really really ridiculously good looking.
Anyway, Mike is 29 and I’m 22 (ok I’m only 21 but that’s going to change in April). He totally wasn’t going to date me because he thought I was too young. Boy would THAT have been a mistake.
We’ve been doing the long distance relationship (LDR) thing for almost a year now, and I can’t begin to explain how excited I am to not have to do that anymore. It hasn’t been as problematic as many people say LDR’s can be. Maintaining a strong relationship has been easy. I trust him, and aside from any silly and easily overcome jealousies, we haven’t encountered any issues because of the distance.
Obviously being separated for longer periods of time is frustrating. There are times when I really want him to only be a few feet away so that I can jump on him or deliberately tickle his face with my hair because I know he LOVES that but instead he’s hours away. For the first 7 months, he was in Aiken, SC while I was in Tallahassee, FL. That’s 6 hours. Now that I’m in Asheville, it’s only 3 hours and I see him pretty much every weekend. That’s a delightful upgrade, especially considering the babies live with him now, too.
Anyway, month 1 was really exciting. It was the first relationship where I’ve ever really felt butterflies like all the time, and they’ve never left. Half of that first weekend I probably wasn’t even listening to what he was saying because I was too caught up thinking about how AWESOME he was. Like…seriously. He made me laugh, didn’t seem to mind that I’m not the most talkative human on the planet, he was smart and articulate, and that SMILE of his…(are you running for the hills, yet?)
It’s safe to say I was dancing on air the entire week after he left, and even though I was incredibly busy (21st birthday, trip to San Diego), I couldn’t wait for round 2. I texted him while I was in California pretty much demanding that he come see me again when I got home. And he did. =)
On May 17 after a weekend of camping and 2 months after we started talking, we were officially a couple. He asked me to be his girlfriend, y’all!
The summer of 2010 was one of the best summers EVARR. I developed a hot tan, spent tons of time all up in Mike’s life, and had a blast getting to know this incredible man. And he tolerated me. Oooooh how he tolerated me. All of me. I’m not usually very vocal about anything, let alone my feelings. I’d rather listen to others gush about their romances than talk about mine. My friends have sort of had a tough time believing that Mike could be “the one.” And I don’t blame them. I’ve never been perfect, nor have I ever claimed to be.
Moving right along, summer ended and school began. We were separated a lot more often, seeing each other about every other weekend for only a couple of days. He came down to see me a lot, and I went up there when I could. Tallahassee just always has something going on, I found it hard to get away. And Mike’s the one with a full time job and bills to pay. Weird.
It was the weekend of FSU’s first football game that Mike and I got a kitten. I’d wanted to name our kitten Buffalo, but had never really considered it might be a girl and it might look nothing like a Buffalo.
I was (and still am) IN LOVE with baby cat. She and Bella are ridiculously spoiled. I don’t think I could love my animals any more than I already do, and now that I’m living in a house that doesn’t allow pets, they live with Mike. Sometimes I think they love him more than they love me. He is so good to them, even though he doesn’t feed Bella from the table, which she and I both think is an ATROCITY.
But this post is about me and Mike.
I have never in my life felt as connected to anyone as I do to him. I love his kind heart, and how he kicks butt and takes names all day at work, and then comes home and treats me like a princess, lets Buffalo love all over him, never misses an opportunity to crack me up. We like the same things (with the exception of Futurama =P), have the same sense of humor, and I really just feel like he understands me in all of my quirkiness. It takes an inconceivable amount of patience to put up with me. I just love how much he loves me, and sometimes it scares me how much in love with him I am. But I guess that’s what it’s about. It’s indescribable.
This is one of my favorite quotes: “And everyone says ‘this love will change you.’ Well I ask, isn’t that what love’s supposed to do?” because I think if anything applies, this does.