During the Fall semester of 2007, I met this major pain in the ass, hereby known as Libertarian —-. Libertarian —- worked my last fucking nerve, but I thought he was attractive enough to try working my magic on. Due to a lot of life circumstances and bad timing, nothing ever happened, but we spent a good portion of that year getting mouthy with one another. Summer came and went, I split with my (now) ex, got a crappy job, moved out of my apartment, moved in with my former roommates, quit my crappy job, drank a lot of beer, started last semester, same old, same old.

Back in October, it was pretty commonplace for me to bitch about my 2 month long dry spell. During one of these tirades, one of my (then) roommates mentioned that she had run into Libertarian —- on the subway. She then laughed, adding “hahaha, you should totally have sex with Libertarian —-.” I protested a lot for about a week. The next week, I became more receptive to the idea, leading to me shouting on one fateful Friday evening “FINE, TEXT HIM. I’M FUCKING HORNY.”

After a lot of Flying Fish was consumed, I got the fling I needed, and we decided to continue flinging until we were thoroughly flung. Over the next few months, Libertarian —- became Libertarian Male Suitor (which was my tactful way of saying “fwb“). About two months in, we had a stupid “feelings” talk (otherwise known, in my world, as a “State of the Vajayjay”) which didn’t go as planned, but I stuck it out. And by the time winter break rolled around, we had amped everything up from seeing one another a few nights a week to him hanging out at my house for a week straight. The night he left, I was a little sad – in that way you feel let down after the holidays – but when I was getting into bed, I made plans to slob around on my laptop for a few hours until I felt sleepy enough to crash. When I logged into my email, I found a message from him, giving me his email address and telling me to add him to my google chat. A few minutes into our conversation, he informed me that I should “get dolled up” to meet his friends, because “no matter what we’re calling this, it’s a relationship.” (For the record, I – being the dickhead I am – went and updated my facebook relationship status within about 2.6 seconds.)

We’ve only officially been dating for a little over 3 months, but considering us and how we started, we thought that celebrating our “anniversary” as the first night anything happened between us is most appropriate. The longer I’m with him, the less I can picture my life without him, and as dorky as it sounds, he is the perfect person for me. (And I know I’m perfect for him.)

And aside from this being an excuse to get googly eyed and retarded over Libertarian Boyfriend, this post is also here to show one of the few positive examples of friends with benefits turning into serious, adult, real relationships.

(But, admittedly, it’s mainly to get publicly googly eyed and retarded for him. <3<3<3)

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