To be honest, I never thought I would ever feel anything serious for a guy again, especially considering how badly things have gone down with them in the past. I know, not giving someone a chance because of their sex isn't cool, but I was tired of the same routine of "I love you, only not really; I just want you for sex." I gave men a label, considered myself a lesbian, and moved on... sort of. It was only recently that I came to terms with the fact that, yes, I can still be attracted to guys and that, maybe, there's a decent guy somewhere out there in this jungle of love.
Well, I think I've found him. And I couldn't be happier.
He's intelligent, witty, about as sarcastic as I am, sweet, caring, sensitive to my needs, adorable in every sense of the word... and so much more. But above all, he's mine, and I couldn't have asked for anything better... because he's the best.
Our meeting was a little awkward; then again, for me, flirting usually is. I don't think I'm good at it, but he most certainly is because, despite the strong innuendos we bounced off of each other, he charmed me and left me wanting so much more. That night, he asked me to be his pirate wench online. I graciously accepted. Graduation was the day after, but suddenly, I didn't want to leave.
After the ceremony, Mom wanted to take my godmother and I to the Flirt Sushi Lounge (Hahah) in the mall. He just happened to be going to the mall, too. After I ate, I found him in the food court and sat beside him.
"I have to kiss you now," he said.
"Why?" I asked playfully.
"Because I want to."
And we leaned in. And we kissed. And it was incredible. And when we went home, we made it Facebook official.
Checkers, you dazzle me. Don't ever change. I love you!
~Lola