I have the greatest boyfriend ever. I swear I am the luckiest girl alive! His name is Mike, and he is the cutest, most adorable, sweet, cute, funny, smart, cute, fun, awesome, cute boy ever. Oh, and did I mention how cute he is?
It all started last summer at Taco Bell. My girlfriends and I went there to grab a bite, and there he was sitting there, being cutest of the cute ones. It was love after sight! A kid from my math class walked past him, and he stuck his foot out causing him to trip. I thought that was a little bit cruel at first, but then I figured it was probably just a simple accident. My boy would never ever do something mean like that. He is too mature for childish behavior. Anyway, so he came up to me and started talking about his last football game and how if it was not for him, the team would have lost or something. I don't really remember what he said since I was too busy looking into his eyes and falling in love. It was the first day I laid eyes on him. He gave me a hug too! I was so happy.
Now we hang out every day and we do everything together. He gets along with my friends so well. Sometimes I may catch him checking some of my girlfriends out and noticing their physical attributes, but it only shows how close he is to all my friends, and how much he really appreciates their company, as well as mine. There have been a couple of times where he cheated on me with them, but it is very rare-- only eight or nine times max. It is no big deal really. It only shows how much my friends like him, and how lucky I am that he is my boyfriend. He lies to me about it too, never admitting that he cheated on me. It doesn't matter though. The only reason he lies is because he doesn't want my feelings to get hurt by something so insignificant. Aw, he's so sweet, always caring about me and how I feel-- so thoughtful.
I love how he treats me as an equal and makes me pay for my own movie ticket, popcorn, and half of the dinner check. I love how he insists on me not talking to other boys. He's looking out for my well being. Boys are bad and manipulative-- all of them except for my boyfriend of course.
One day while coming back home from work, I caught him kissing my best friend. I got so mad, I slapped him and started running outside. A few seconds later, he came running out to me and for that one second I was turned around, I saw him tearing up. I couldn't stand seeing him so sad, so I ran back to him, gave him a huge hug, kissed him and apologized for acting the way I did. I shouldn't have overreacted so much. He accepted the apology. My boyfriend is always so forgiving. I love how he knows I can't stand the sight of a crying man, so he totally takes advantage of it when he messes something up. I love it!
Whenever I have problems, I always call up my totally platonic best friend Matt. He's always been there for me, listening to what I have to say, and I call him everyday talking about Mike and I. Matt is the nicest guy I know-- always trying to help me out with my issues. He asked me out once, but I really only see him as a friend. Things would just be different if we were in a relationship. I love the friendship him and I have right now and I would never want to risk screwing it up. He's so nice. I know deep down inside Mike is really a nice kid too. He has to be. I'm just hoping I can fix him, and bring that nice, sweet and loving boy out.