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Happy Anniversary Casey!
We have now been officially dating for one full year now. A lot has changed in that time, hasn't it? For instance, this time last year, I was working for a bookstore and spending most of my time in the basement of my parent's house, on the computer, underneath a blanket. You were working as a videoconferencing technician, getting used to having coworkers, and living in the basement of some guy's house who couldn't even clean up after himself. Nowadays I work a regular 9-5 at an accounting firm and we live together in an apartment we clean regularly, although it still gets messy all the time, to our chagrin.
We met on January 13th of last year. You saw me in a bookstore and thought I was cute, and by happenstance found me online and started pursuing me. At first I didn't take you seriously. I thought you were joking. "Nobody could actually think I'm cute," I said. "No one seriously wants to date me." I was afraid of you, because you approached me online.
You wanted to meet me offline, and after a month, I relented, because I needed a friend so badly and you seemed like the most likely candidate. I was afraid at first that you were just a psycho rapist, but then I became worried that we wouldn't hit it off, and this whole exercise would ruin something good I had. We hung out for six fun hours at Fair Oaks Mall. You never went back to work that day, did you? I endured the wrath of my family for not going to school that morning and not picking my sister up from work. The next day you sent me three messages, one on the computer, one voicemail, and one text message, telling me how much fun you had. I became a little embarrassed and thought that was overkill, and also kind of weird, considering that guys are supposed to forget to call after a date.
After that we started up our nightly routine, sitting in front of the TV and IMing each other late into the night. You dropped frequent hints about how much you liked me and wanted to date me. I tried my best to ignore them, or evade them. I was starting to like you back, I think, but I wanted and needed a friend.
The next time we hung out, we saw Night at the Museum. I had to work that day, and then I was tired, so I took a four-hour nap. You apparently spent that entire time in your car, waiting for me to call so you could pick me up. We saw the movie together, and then afterwards I did what my friends usually did to me, and skipped off and went back home. You told me later you felt like an idiot after that. I'm sorry.
The next week had Valentine's Day, and for the whole two weeks leading up to it you kept on asking me to be your Valentine. I avoided the question as best I could. I didn't want to have any sort of romance. Finally I said we were Anti-Valentines, meaning that we would do friends things and make fun of all the romantic couples, and we would go to a restaurant and take up space meant for a happy couple and ruin their evening. It snowed on Valentine's Day; we went and shoveled my parent's front steps, and two of my neighbor's besides. I was covered in mud and wearing baggy work clothes, but when I went upstairs to change, you said I didn't have to. "I think you look gorgeous right now," you said, avoiding my eye. I went upstairs to change anyway. You tried to buy me flowers at Home Depot. We made a snow volcano that didn't pop, and then we went and ate dinner at Sweetwater Tavern.
I randomly developed hives later that month. You offered to scratch my head for me while we watched a movie in my parent's basement. I thought that was a weirdly kind thing to offer. Halfway through the movie I realized that you had stopped scratching my head and just had your arm around my shoulders instead. I decided not to say anything.
I remember bragging to you how soft my cat's fur was. You asked if you could cuddle with me if your hair was that soft. I agreed, knowing that you wouldn't be able to get your hair that soft, but when the time came to check, I took pity and let you hold me. You make an awfully comfortable pillow. I fell asleep on you. You fell asleep, too, and then I woke you up at 7:30 AM to get you out of the house before Mom and Dad found out you were still here. I remember being annoyed, because you were moving so slowly and you kept stopping to look at me and smile and tell me how pretty I looked.
Towards the end of the month I went to visit Lacey in England and France. I had a lot of fun, although I was sick because of my hives. I love traveling and I loved seeing my sister, but I couldn't stop thinking of you when I was there. I kept on thinking of things I wanted to say to you, and when I wandered around by myself for a long while, I wished that you were there to keep me company.
You messaged me every day that I was gone, and when I came back, you messaged me right away, to tell me how much you missed me. I had missed you, too. I remember being sad that you left the conversation to go on a jog. We had a discussion over whether boys or girls were easier to understand, and I confessed the exact words it takes to convince me to be someone's girlfriend: "I think you're beautiful, will you be my girlfriend?" A few minutes later you asked me in that exact manner to be your girlfriend.
It was just after midnight on March 7th of 2007. I said yes. You were happy. I think you still are. I know I am.
<3
We have now been officially dating for one full year now. A lot has changed in that time, hasn't it? For instance, this time last year, I was working for a bookstore and spending most of my time in the basement of my parent's house, on the computer, underneath a blanket. You were working as a videoconferencing technician, getting used to having coworkers, and living in the basement of some guy's house who couldn't even clean up after himself. Nowadays I work a regular 9-5 at an accounting firm and we live together in an apartment we clean regularly, although it still gets messy all the time, to our chagrin.
We met on January 13th of last year. You saw me in a bookstore and thought I was cute, and by happenstance found me online and started pursuing me. At first I didn't take you seriously. I thought you were joking. "Nobody could actually think I'm cute," I said. "No one seriously wants to date me." I was afraid of you, because you approached me online.
You wanted to meet me offline, and after a month, I relented, because I needed a friend so badly and you seemed like the most likely candidate. I was afraid at first that you were just a psycho rapist, but then I became worried that we wouldn't hit it off, and this whole exercise would ruin something good I had. We hung out for six fun hours at Fair Oaks Mall. You never went back to work that day, did you? I endured the wrath of my family for not going to school that morning and not picking my sister up from work. The next day you sent me three messages, one on the computer, one voicemail, and one text message, telling me how much fun you had. I became a little embarrassed and thought that was overkill, and also kind of weird, considering that guys are supposed to forget to call after a date.
After that we started up our nightly routine, sitting in front of the TV and IMing each other late into the night. You dropped frequent hints about how much you liked me and wanted to date me. I tried my best to ignore them, or evade them. I was starting to like you back, I think, but I wanted and needed a friend.
The next time we hung out, we saw Night at the Museum. I had to work that day, and then I was tired, so I took a four-hour nap. You apparently spent that entire time in your car, waiting for me to call so you could pick me up. We saw the movie together, and then afterwards I did what my friends usually did to me, and skipped off and went back home. You told me later you felt like an idiot after that. I'm sorry.
The next week had Valentine's Day, and for the whole two weeks leading up to it you kept on asking me to be your Valentine. I avoided the question as best I could. I didn't want to have any sort of romance. Finally I said we were Anti-Valentines, meaning that we would do friends things and make fun of all the romantic couples, and we would go to a restaurant and take up space meant for a happy couple and ruin their evening. It snowed on Valentine's Day; we went and shoveled my parent's front steps, and two of my neighbor's besides. I was covered in mud and wearing baggy work clothes, but when I went upstairs to change, you said I didn't have to. "I think you look gorgeous right now," you said, avoiding my eye. I went upstairs to change anyway. You tried to buy me flowers at Home Depot. We made a snow volcano that didn't pop, and then we went and ate dinner at Sweetwater Tavern.
I randomly developed hives later that month. You offered to scratch my head for me while we watched a movie in my parent's basement. I thought that was a weirdly kind thing to offer. Halfway through the movie I realized that you had stopped scratching my head and just had your arm around my shoulders instead. I decided not to say anything.
I remember bragging to you how soft my cat's fur was. You asked if you could cuddle with me if your hair was that soft. I agreed, knowing that you wouldn't be able to get your hair that soft, but when the time came to check, I took pity and let you hold me. You make an awfully comfortable pillow. I fell asleep on you. You fell asleep, too, and then I woke you up at 7:30 AM to get you out of the house before Mom and Dad found out you were still here. I remember being annoyed, because you were moving so slowly and you kept stopping to look at me and smile and tell me how pretty I looked.
Towards the end of the month I went to visit Lacey in England and France. I had a lot of fun, although I was sick because of my hives. I love traveling and I loved seeing my sister, but I couldn't stop thinking of you when I was there. I kept on thinking of things I wanted to say to you, and when I wandered around by myself for a long while, I wished that you were there to keep me company.
You messaged me every day that I was gone, and when I came back, you messaged me right away, to tell me how much you missed me. I had missed you, too. I remember being sad that you left the conversation to go on a jog. We had a discussion over whether boys or girls were easier to understand, and I confessed the exact words it takes to convince me to be someone's girlfriend: "I think you're beautiful, will you be my girlfriend?" A few minutes later you asked me in that exact manner to be your girlfriend.
It was just after midnight on March 7th of 2007. I said yes. You were happy. I think you still are. I know I am.
<3