Me, Myself, and Alice

                So, by now you’ve picked up a couple of details about me. I’m a guy, obviously. I like technology, video games and progress in general. You know that I’m in college, and one of my friends is a hilarious black guy. One thing that I briefly mentioned, and that I should fully explain, is the fact that I have a girlfriend. How someone like me ended up with the girl of his dreams is, frankly, baffling to this very day. However, I have her, and I’m not about to start questioning it. My responsibility now is one, keeping her happy, and two, NOT MESSING UP. Generally I don’t, and I’m not too terrible of a boyfriend (well, so I’ve been told), but having a long distance relationship is tough.

                Wait, did I forget to mention that? Oh yeah, I did. LONG DISTANCE  S U C K S. See, I’m going to college in Texas, and she’s in Virginia. Long-distance relationships are really, really hard. God-awfully hard. This is honestly one of the most challenging things I have ever done. In any area of my life. However, if I expect my readers to understand me, they should expect enough details to do so. So, relationship time.

                I met Alice (the same Alice that writes this blog about wedding things: http://foreverfollowmedown.blogspot.com/ ) about two years ago. The stories about how couples meet are mostly hilarious, though mine is a little bit more like a chuckle. We were on a bus, and she happened to be talking to someone close to me about apple pie. I LOATHE fruit and pastry. The reason as to why is unbeknownst to me, and I have racked my brain for the answer to no avail. Anyway, since the conversation was so close to my personal vicinity, I decided to chime in with my opinion. I looked her straight in the eye and told her I hated apple pie. That’s the first time I saw her eyes, her absolutely gorgeous green eyes. After I said my boneheaded comment, she decided to retort with this: “That's unamerican.” Now, this is a safe assumption to make, (me being American) seeing as I’m whiter than most white people, but alas she was oh so very wrong. So I told her, “That’s right, because I’m not”. She’ll never admit it, but I know this for a fact: this is also the first time I saw her blush.

                However, this is where the story takes a turn to the unorthodox. Normally, people are so stricken with the sight of their prospect, that right away the relationship process begins to form. Not so. For about six months after that, we both knew the other existed, but took no action towards anything. See, our social circles were a bit different, and we didn’t see each other enough for any sparks to fly.

This is where I stop tonight. To be continued… DUN DUN DUN!