Today is my and Alejandro’s 2 year anniversary. We think. We kind of picked a day that we thought might mark our courtship and went with it.
So in honor of our arbitrary anniversary, here is a brief recap of how we wooed each other to pieces.
Phase 1: the conquest
Phase 2: seduction
For a couple of weeks we would “accidently” walk together for the 2 minutes that it took between our class and where he lived. One day he was late out of class so I took evasive action.
His excuse for the awkward side hugs was being Latin American. “I couldn’t just kiss you on the cheek, that would be weird.” Perhaps less weird than the side hug. (Do I squeeze your side as well? Should I turn quickly to make it into an actual hug? What does this mean?)
Phase 3: baring of souls
I took him to meet the people I lived next to. He was joking around and making fun of people. One of my hall mates called him my boyfriend. I quickly replied that he was not my boyfriend. When it was time to say goodbye this is what happened:
There you have it folks a classic love story.