Sean

I could do the typical girlfriend thing and make Sean a heartfelt card for Valentine's Day, OR I could do the bad ass nerdy girlfriend thing and write a blog post about him and make it so the whole world can see how much I care about him. So, yes, obviously I'll do the latter.

Sean and I met way back during first semester, at a party where I was still heartbroken over an ex.  And when I am feeling heartbroken, I wear my Heartbreaker bra, some kind of sequined top, and scrounge around for alcohol on a Saturday night.  So when I met Sean, needless to say, I was not in the right frame of mind. Neither was he. We met at a frat party, and slowly trickled our way to the campus McDonald's (classy), where we feasted upon fries.  We sat on the picnic bench outside and talked about the Pixies, 80's music, that drunk Asian chick who made out with a telephone pole, and our friends.  By the end of the night, he tried to stick his tongue down my throat, to which I responded with a "NONONONONONONONONO" and a dash for my residence hall.

The night we met certainly wasn't that romantic, but everything else from that moment on was.  We talked constantly, hung out CONSTANTLY, had real talk heart-to-hearts,  but didn't want to admit we were dating. Correction: I didn't want to admit we were dating (See above: ex boyfriend). Here's the kicker and the really shocking/ enduring part: Sean waited. He waited for me to get over my douchebag ex.  He understood that I didn't want to rush into anything. He never pressured me, never complained. He got me a birthday present, and a card that I keep on my nightstand at home, and we weren't even dating.  Eventually, the dreaded Define The Relationship Talk surfaced it's ugly face from the Ocean of Ambiguity (which, also, took place at a party. God dammit. We are classy) and we decided, screw it, let's try this dating thing already. So we decided to become a couple. And it's probably one of the best decisions I've ever made.

He's really great.  It's strange being with someone who actually listens to and knows every little thing about you. With Sean everything is different.  He's with me on my good days and my bad days.  He takes pride in my accomplishments, like getting into Phi Sig. He sends me goodnight texts, even though we just saw each other minutes before we went to bed.   He watches stupid Youtube videos with me, and we quote them together. He gets me Doctor Who stuff, even though he has no idea what the fuck he's buying or why I'm so excited when I receive it.  He lets me see the video games he's designing.  He brings me McFlurries when I'm feeling sick. He kisses my forehead. He wants to adopt a fish together.  He shares the blankets.  He calls me beautiful. He says he loves me, and it's the first time anyone has told me that and I believe them. There's more, but, unfortunately, I would be writing all  night if I had to continue.

So, Seaners, Happy Valentine's Day.  I'm making this a link of my tumblr, so I know you'll check it, because you creep on it every other day.  I honestly don't know what I would do without you.  You're kind of my everything. I love you so much.

Yeeeeeeeeeee,
MK