2001-11-08 + 12:37 a.m.

I met my boyfriend when I was 17 at the local ska shows. I was wearing a cute skirt and a newe shirt and I had done my hair up in a different style. My friend Kyle and I were going to Dunkin Donuts for a caffine refill when he told me that his friend was cruching on me. I thought this was nice. I talked to him briefly and left the show smiling. All my friends told me to hit that shit.

A few days later Kyle had asked me to Seth's house to watch a movie and I had said sure. They ordered dinner and I had to opt for soup as I had had my tongue pierced about a week prior. When Kyle and La were sleeping in the den Seth and I sat up all night and talked about all sorts of things. I knew he was special.

That weekend Missy and I were driving around and I wanted to stop at the Daily for an iced cappucino. I was walking in when Seth asked me to see Hard Boiled with him. I said yes and was all happy to be on date.

That night we kissed and well fooled around and we fell asleep on his tiny bed.

We were having sex soon afterwards.

The smell of my grapefruit reminds me of him because we used to shower together and he had this soap. I was lying to my mom back then telling her he was 23 when he was really 29. I am now 22. It's been off and on (now it's super on) for about four years.

We have had some rough times when we were in weird dater limbo. I always knew that he meant the world to me and he is my safety and my line back to reality. He accepts me when I dye my hair blue and wear stupid clothes. He thinks I'm cute when I wear little booty shorts and tank tops. He touches my face slightly when he passes by me.

I can never stay mad at him too long. Even when I come home and the dishes are piled up and he's sitting at the computer accomplishing nothing. He is everything to me and I hate the fact that he's away for a few days because of our shitty jobs.

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