From the day of our first date, it was a wrap. The swagger emanating from this man was something you’d only see on the Hurricanes in the 80s and his lips were like two soft pillows that I just wanted to take a nap on. The first time we cuddled? Every square inch of our bodies somehow intertwined, and we remained that way throughout the course of the night. We were like conjoined twins…only not, because that would have been incest, and we’re not from West Virginia. Anyway, I woke up the next morning with one pervasive feeling:
I was in trouble.
It wasn’t two days later that I was buying him medicine when he came down with a cold and not a month later that we were exchanging our first “I love you”s and becoming boyfriend/girlfriend (squee!). Sure, there were some setbacks and challenges along the way. Maybe some girls that simply would not get the picture and go away. But we’re past that now. I’ve moved on. I mean, if you were to ask me if I wished they were dead, I would totally say no. I just don’t wish they were not dead.