Hello, I'm new here.
So it says in the community info that there's really no rules, so we can brag about our significant others, right?
because I'm finally in a committed relationship with the man I've been head over heels for for 2 years. Which is remarkable for me because I am 18 and, until now, have never even really kissed a boy before.
I'm very small (we're talking unusually tiny
), so I get mistaken for a 12-year-old...or a little boy, sadly. I don't think I'm ugly, I'd say I'm decent-looking, as I believe everyone should. I say so because my best friend is gorgeous and she usually gets all the guys. I don't really mind. I like wearing thrift store clothes and cutting my hair really short. I'm a writer/artist/musician.
He, however, is literally the most beautiful creature on two legs (in my mind at least).
He's very into underground hip hop (I am too), which is funny because he wears those tight American Eagle sweaters with his baggy pants and hood always up. When he has to take his gauges out for work and wear loafers (he works at a fairly fancy clothing store), you wouldn't think he can b-boy and has a lovely little defacing-public-property with spray paint *shhh* habit. Yet he also has a collection of Phil Collins cassettes.
He plays guitar and piano, he's good too. I play the piano but I have a sneaking suspicion he's better than me and just doesn't say anything. He's very quiet and patient, his voice is low and raspy.
I call him E. or Zeus or Thor. 'cause he's a history buff that is always watching educational TV, and will spin off into lectures as we walk around outside (we live in NY...sadly not the city, the state.) He's probably the most brilliant person I've ever met. Majoring in Philosophy and Physics.
And I thought I'd post an excerpt from my diary here, the day when it all started.
Simply because one of my best friends stated it as "sooo fking romantic" (a guy, and straight to boot)
So here it is.( SORRY FOR THE CORNINESS. I was in a tizzy.Collapse )