m.f.e.o.

You know that guy you heard tell of a while ago, the one from precious stories? The one who in an interview said his favorite thing to drink was milk? And how from that sentence in a magazine, you put a special nook in your heart for him, for no reason except that you liked something he said? And then a few years later you meet him and he is very very tipsy and tries to pick you up and you say Aghdoon't!? You know how this same guy then goes out of your realm of possibility until one day, as you and your best friend are driving to Glenwood to bring in a New Year – bragging about how happy you are to be alone because now neither of you have to worry about covering up your zits or putting on a bra – he is suddenly sitting in the back of your car listening willingly to what you and your best friends have to say? And he laughs a lot and tells you the one thing you’ve been waiting your whole life to hear from a dude: he read your blog and that it’s Pri-tty hilarious? But for a week or two, you are heartbroken because you accidentally shot a hole in his dating kite (of course you did, story of your lowly life!) – yet, alas, your best friend comes to the rescue and explains that you are just an idiot. Well, you know how that guy and you start hanging out and eating cheap tacos and taking naps? And one early day you find out that, through silly twists and turns of life, he has come to own the same green folding chair that you grew up standing on, in your little mermaid pajamas, to dye Easter eggs? The same green chair, which you know for sure because on the bottom your mom wrote your last name (in her unmistakable that’s-my-mom’s!-handwriting)? And suddenly you are running-through-airports in love? And even though there are always happy and sad tears, mostly a lot of laughing, your life is becoming something beautiful? Do you know that guy? The same one you once told your mom I like him but he’s too… Short? No – not short. Uh, perfect. You know that guy? 

Well, I found him. And I am going to marry him :)