A new chapter in an old book

There used to be this website (it may still exist, I am just too lazy to check) called FaceTheJury.com

It was literally a website in which you posted photos of yourself and let others rate them and in turn you rated theirs as well as other strangers. At some point back in 2005 I created a profile and got to work. It wasn’t long after creating the profile that I came across a profile, bigger guy with glasses, pretty cute. I gave him 10s and shortly after he returned the favor.

We chatted here and there. I was a senior in high school and I believe that he had just graduated. We exchanged phone numbers and made a few calls back and forth. He still lived at home with his mom and that was about a 45 minute drive, which at the time seemed like an eternity. We never met up but we added each other on MySpace – crazy, I know.

I recall he made me his number 1 on his top 8, I returned the favor. We chatted for awhile but it just never went anywhere and I didn’t stay as his number 1 for long, so naturally I removed him from that position on my wall as well.

Years passed, 2 to be exact, and somehow I found myself living alone for the first time in my life and not all that far from him. We struck up a conversation one night and decided that maybe after all that time we should finally meet in person. I don’t recall if it was that night that I chose to go to his apartment or one night soon after, but it didn’t take long for me to find myself at his place watching Family Guy.

It was a bachelor pad for sure, an apartment he shared with a roommate. No decor, mismatched furniture. We sat next to each other for a brief moment, chatting nervously about nonsense, probably the episode that was playing in the background. And before long he pulled me onto his lap. Things got heated quickly and he actually carried me to his room. To this day I am still surprised by how much bigger than me he is, it’s always a shock when I see him. An extra foot really does make a lot of difference when you are as short as I am.

The sex was fantastic and it was also my undoing. I think that after that night we spent most nights together and within a couple of weeks we weren’t apart at all outside of work. I remember bringing all of my belongings to his house, I think I lived out of a tote for several months before we finally took the plunge and got an apartment.

Our story is heartbreaking but leading up to the end we had some fun. The summer of 2007 was the happiest time of my life. There are a lot of reasons for this but the biggest reason was that he loved me. And I loved him. I still love him.

Buckle up bitches, shit is about to get real.


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