To Whom it May Concern,
I have failed each and every one of you. Firstly, by not posting ANYTHING on this blog for several months. That is a heinous crime that I hope to makeup for in these summer months. But I'm afraid I've done something far worse. I've ruined the message of my blog that all three of you have enjoyed reading (shout out to Laura, Hannah, and Sarah....please keep reading...no one else does). My brand of being "single and not ready to mingle" is a lie.....I am a lie. I, owner of this blog, have been in a relationship for three months. Please, hold your gasps. I'll tell you the story of how it all began....
A few weeks into college I met this guy. He does not know I am writing this so for privacy's sake we are going to call him Tater Tot. Tater Tot and I seemed to hit it off pretty well....as friends. We had the same sense of humor and I thought he was hilarious. Pretty much every time I was with him I would end up doubled over from laughing so hard (I swear I grew very close to getting rock-solid abs). Sometimes I was laughing with him, and other times I was laughing at him. But as we became better friends our conversations grew to be more than just jokes and bits. He became a source of real friendship, a friendship that was unlike any I had known. I would go to him to complain, to get advice, or just to share the weird thoughts that pop into my head (like homeless people definitely have an underground society...am I right?) And while sharing this private information with him I never felt the need to censor myself. No matter what I said or how much I talked he never stopped listening to me. (I know, he's quite the guy to deal with me....I'm in discussion with the Pope to get him canonized as a saint).
Before we knew it the first semester was over and Tater Tot and I would spend about a month and a half apart. Although the physical separation was extremely apparent, we still talked every day. We talked about life and relationships and whether or not women should free the nipple...you know, the important topics. Next thing I know I can't go a day without thinking of something to tell him or wondering what he's doing. Once I realized how important he was to me, I never looked at him the same. When we got back to school I found myself wanting more than to just be emotionally close to him. I wanted to be close to him, and to my surprise, he wanted to be close to me.
We slowly closed the physical gap between us, but continued to be oblivious to the fact we were basically dating. We spent all of our free time together, we had exhausted all major conversation topics, and we even exchanged a kiss or two. People questioned our behavior and we adamantly denied that anything was happening. It wasn't until late March, that we finally came to the conclusion that we, in fact, were more than just friends. So when we finally admitted this to other people a lot of them simply said "It's about time." It seemed like everyone else saw it before we did.
It's completely true that you can't be searching for love....somehow it just finds you. For years I've tried making things work with people that I knew weren't right for me, and that's why I thought I was perpetually single. You can't force a relationship with someone and you can't be out desperately seeking for one. This relationship was definitely unexpected, but I'm so glad it happened. Luckily for me, love finally found me in the shape of a best friend, and I couldn't be happier.
Until next time,
Stick to your brand and go eat a pineapple
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