Anniversaries

Roomate and her boyfriend recently celebrated their one-year. I feel like they've been together forever. Not in a bad way, but just that they became "one" fairly quickly. Their relationship is super strong, and I don't even remember what single Roomate was like.

Ok yes I do. I'm currently wearing the pajama pants of one of her random hook-ups. WHAT??? They're Ralph Lauren...

RedSox randomly asked me how long we've been together. I, being a woman, could not give a simple answer to this question. What was he really asking? I didn't know, so I had to be thorough.

"Well let's see... I met you in May '06, we sorta dated for a month. I ended things on my bday in June, then we were friends. I had my heinous week of exams at the end of September, including the neurology nightmare which sent me on a drinking binge at a pub in my slutty outfit. That same night I seduced you and we hooked up. I believe that was September 30th. Our hook-ups became more frequent. I got some kinks outta my system, and I'd say I decided our exclusivity began approximately December 15th."

RedSox ignored the bullshit and exclaims, "DECEMBER?! I kinda thought before then..."

I didn't really say anything. I knew he thought before then, and I felt bad.

But then I got mad. What did he want from me? How dare he think before then? I wasn't ready. I've never been ready. Even now I might not be ready. I'm flipping out!!

And he has no idea because I look cool, calm and collected.

So I did what Roxy does. I apologized, rudely.

"If you're looking for an anniversary, I'll make it real simple. We hooked up September 30th."

RedSox laughed and pulled me in for a kiss. "Technically we hooked up after midnight, so really October 1st."