Two years ago today, I reluctantly went on a first date with B. B randomly messaged me on okcupid.com. I wasn't that into his picture, and I hesitated becuase he wasn't jewish (I had only ever gone on 1 date with a non-jewish person before) but I really liked his profile (actually: the only reason I wrote back to him was that his favorite books were exactly the same as my favorite books), and he kept charming me with his witty writing. I figured at first he would make a good friend, since we had so many interests in common (we were 89% matches on okcupid). Also it was winter break, and (as any true academics know), I decided I had to get at least one date in over winter break before going back into my office, not to emerge again until spring time. He only lived 4 blocks away from me, so it wasn't a big hassle to meet up with him.
We met up, and I made sure to meet up with him pretty late on a day I had plans, so that after about 40 minutes I would have an excuse to leave. Later that night I went to a potluck, and I couldn't stop thinking about him the whole time, and kept telling my friend all about him. Me and B talked online all week, and a week after first meeting him, I had some friends over, and invited him to come hang out (still thinking he would be a good friend). He was supposed to come over again the next day after a show, but I ended up blowing him off becuase I drank too much and kinda fainting all over my friend at the show. So the day after that we hung out at his place, friend free, and just talked until 3 in the morning. I hesitated at the door a looong time, hoping he would kiss me, but he didn't. While we were hanging out, it had snowed for the first time that year, and 2 minutes after I left his house I called him to tell him to look outside at all the awesome snow.
A week after that we hung out again, talking again until 3 in the morning, and then (finally!) hooked up. I stayed all weekend, went to school on Monday, went back to his place on Monday night, and then I just never really left. I would stop by my place in the morning to change and get ready for school, but go straight to his place at the end of the day. Since then, we have spent almost every day and night together, and last April he finally moved into my place for reals. We still occasionally stay up till 3am, just talking to each other.
So happy anniversary to us! Unfortunately I have to spend the day at work due to some major slack-offage last week, but tonight we're going to a lovely Italian restaurant to celebrate (and our gift to each other this year is a dog, although that's going to be a bit delayed). :)