We're Doing This

So apparently I have a boyfriend now.

We’re Doing This

Marcus made dinner tonight - and I use the term “made” very loosely because what he actually did was turn perfectly good spaghetti into something with the texture of rubber bands. But he lit candles and wore his nice shirt and asked me, over the burnt pasta and cheap wine, if I wanted to be his girlfriend. Like we’re in middle school.

I said yes, obviously. Because despite the culinary disaster happening on my plate, he looked so nervous and hopeful that I couldn’t even pretend to play hard to get. Plus he’s been drawing me little pictures on napkins all semester and I’m not made of stone.

So we’re official. On Valentine’s Day. Which is either the most romantic thing ever or the cheesiest, and I honestly can’t decide which. The napkin artist is mine now. The spaghetti was terrible but everything else was perfect.