Wednesday, April 22, 2009

And I'm pretty sure we emptied every bottle in the place...

I have always believed the following:
You should date someone for a year before moving in with them. When you have reached two years of dating, if you both can still stand the other person you're dating and still love them as much as you did from day one, you should get engaged. I still believe this is a good plan, especially if you started dating from the start without a long friendship before hand.

I met Randy in May of 2007 when Chelle hired me in at Middlefield KFC. I remember the first night I worked with him, telling Chelle I thought he was cute. Chelle figured I'd like him. She told me what she knew about him. A few days later she pulled us into the office and made each of us name three things we liked. Well... At least we both named one of the same things, which was music.

We talked at work and we ended up having a lot in common. Talking turned into flirting and by January of 2008, I think everyone knew I liked him except him. That month, starting the weekend after our birthdays, I started hanging out with coworkers, who by this point were friends, outside of work. This included Randy. After the second time of hanging out after work, I finally told him I liked him. My work friends and I hung out a few times more after that.

On February 20th Randy and I worked a night shift together. As we deboned chicken under an eclipsed moon, I finally got the nerve to ask him why weren't dating. He told me he wanted to wait until he had his license. Well... I tend to be impatient. I told him that shouldn't factor in because he was going eventually going to get his license sooner or later. He said, "Well...?" So I made him fully ask me me to be his girlfriend and it's been one thing I know for sure wasn't a mistake.

We've been dating for one year and two months now, (and two days), and I still love him as I did from the start, even more. And I continue to love him more and more. Honestly, if he would propose to me tomorrow, I'd say yes without a second thought. I've never been with someone who makes me feel as good as he does. Like I'm not as bad other have convinced me to believe. He's the only one who knows all my flaws, (and trust me, I have a lot of them), and still loves me. No one's ever fully accepted me for my good point and bad. I know it goes against how I think a relationship should go, but I love him to death and I know he's the one I want to spend my life with. If it helps, I think the year of friendship before dating is a loophole in my relationship plans. When I told Chelle, she sounded like she thought I was crazy for mentioning I'd marry him if he asked anytime soon. Maybe I am crazy, but I'm sure of my decision and I know how much I love him. Maybe we're too young but since when did love have an age limit?



Soon ends our stay here and it's been fun.
So tonight I'll raise my glass to us.
'Cause we've talked so much I think we filled this ashtray twice,
And I'm pretty sure we emptied every bottle in the place...

So let's walk home, let's be afraid.
I wanna grab you by the arms and kiss you so hard.
Let's do it right, under the streetlight.
I want it now, somehow I forgot how.

Way to go, way to go.
Forgot you've got so far to go.
Way to go, way to go.
Forgot you've got so far to go.

I heard everybody's voice cut out when you spoke.
And I watched all the lights go dim when your eyes opened.
Well I can't believe you showed up,
What do I do now?
It's last call, time to go.
But before we say goodnight...

Let's walk home, let's be afraid.
I wanna grab you by the arms and kiss you so hard.
Let's do it right under the streetlight.
I want it now, somehow I forgot how.

Way to go, way to go.
Forgot you've got so far to go.
Way to go, way to go.
Forgot you've got so far to go.

Forgot you've got so far, you've got so far to go.
Forgot you've got so far, you've got so far to go.
Forgot you've got so far, you've got so far to go.
Forgot you've got so far, you've got so far to go.
(You've Got So Far to Go)
(Alkaline Trio)

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