DTR: Define the Ridiculousness

You guys. I cannot with this boy. So we had our first New Year’s Eve kiss (amazing, butterflies, the whole thing) and apparently Marcus spent the entire next week spiraling about what it MEANT.

DTR: Define the Ridiculousness

This morning he corners me in the kitchen with his serious face on, clutching his coffee like a security blanket, and launches into this dissertation about “relationship parameters” and “defining expectations” and I swear he used the phrase “mutual understanding of our current status” WITH A STRAIGHT FACE. I let him ramble for approximately forever because honestly it was adorable watching him try to lawyer his way into asking me to be his girlfriend.

The moment I saved him from himself

Finally I had to put the poor guy out of his misery. “Obviously we’re together, dork.” The look on his face! Pure relief mixed with absolute terror, like he’d just realized he got what he wanted and now had no idea what to do with it. Boys are so weird.

Relief and terror in equal measure

Sometimes actions speak louder than definitions

So there you have it, internet. I have a boyfriend. His name is Marcus, he draws on napkins and overthinks everything, and apparently I’m keeping him. Updates as this disaster unfolds.