That being said I felt like I should share the story of how we began so you know a little bit about my support system.
It started in the fall semester of 2008 at John Jay College in Sociology 101. Jeff was in my class and sat behind me. I noticed him right away. There's something about John Jay, I think it attracts average looking people. I know it's not all about looks. But you need to initially be drawn to someone and usually that happens because of attraction. Compared to these average looking people (even compared to the good looking ones) Jeff was gorgeous. I thought for sure we would NEVER date, he was way too good looking to be with someone like me and I've never dated a black guy so it seemed like it would never happen. Side note: I have nothing against black people, I just never dated one before. I grew up in a predominately white town with very little black men.
One day in the beginning of class I noticed that he had a Jones Beach shirt on. For those of you that don't live in New York Jones beach is on Long Island, John Jay (my school) is in the city. During the entire class I was telling myself (in my head, don't worry) to just ask him if he's from Long Island. I was so nervous for some reason. After class I asked and he said yes, he was from Long Island.
After that Jeff and his two friends started talking before/after class with me and my two friends. Being the girl that I am I was analyzing everything he said, thinking if I could be with him, even though I still thought he was out of my league.
One day after thanksgiving break he was asking how everyone's thanksgivings were, I mentioned that I gained a bit of weight (I did) and he gestured as if he was making himself throw up. This is what he was suggesting I do to help with my weight loss (now I know he was kidding, but then I didn't). I gestured for him to lean in and I slapped him across the face! Now if you know me you'd know I am not an aggressive or touchy person. I don't hit people during a conversation when I'm excited or surprised etc. So this was totally out of character. Mind you the class hadn't started yet so everyone heard and it was really loud and awkward.
You would think after something like that happened he wouldn't talk to me again, but a few days later I get a Facebook friend request and a message about how he was traumatized by the slap and needed some therapy (I'm in the counseling field).
Already long story short, we hung out outside of school, talking for hours without even realizing it. Soon becoming exclusive. Over four years later and he's still by my side and I haven't slapped him since!
So much has happened in the past four years from my brother's accident to applying and starting Grad school. He was there for me in every situation, right by my side. I am so lucky have met the one I want to spend the rest of my life with when I was 20 years old and to have already spent over 4 years together.
For someone who doesn't blog that was really long and potentially boring to read. If you stuck around until the end thanks! If not sorry I lost ya (but you won't be seeing this anyway). Feel free to comment!