I met a tall, handsome boy named Mike when I moved into an apartment with him and 3 other roommates. The first time I saw him he had on an eighties far west jacket and jeans with so many holes they barely held together. He would wear one piece long johns around the apartment but would have to tie up the top half around his waist because he was too tall for them. He now opts for better fitting duds but I've can't help thinking of him in his old converses with the bottoms falling off and sigh. He makes this squeaky noise when he laughs really hard, always does the dishes and is a fierce dancer (he always does the running man).

Mike is the best guy a girl could ask for and tomorrow we celebrate 6 years together :)