My now-boyfriend-of-three-years was in a class of mine at University of Florida. Some chick wouldn't let me borrow her notes for a day I missed class, so he offered his, and his pathetic attempt to get my attention was soooo obvious. The next day, I returned his useless notes and he started trying to chat with me about some dog he was getting (I had a fear of dogs after growing up with a Jack Russel we eventually had to put down bc he was so aggressive--to the point of me going to the hospital twice). Then he insisted on walking me to my car....and I had to explain my car was in the shop, so I was getting a ride from someone else....my MOM....LOL....
So, he keeps "bothering" me the next few days, walking me to Starbucks, etc., but he was nice and had cool stories. Examples: he was in the circus for 2 years (Barnum & Bailey) when he was 14, he'd clocked over 500 jumps from a plane, he took videos of other peoples' first sky diving moments, he got paid to train people to jump in Iceland, he's really into cave diving (like 200++ feet), etc., etc....But still something wasn't doing it for me. I don't want to offend anyone, but he looked like a frat boy. Maybe they're different elsewhere, but here they're pretty much all categorically assholes, and the sorostitutes are all bitches, so I avoid that scene like the plague.
Then one day, he accompanies me to a two-hour class I HATED, but they took attendance (in a 600 person class) so I had to go. He turned to me at one point and goes, "I don't mean to be rude, but you're not in a sorority, are you? You kind of have that look." And then I was hooked. LOL ok, not totally. We went to a movie, I met his dog (and have since adopted her as mine and I am the biggest dog-loving-freak EVER), he met my mom and she loved him (she's incredibly hard, no, impossible to please)...
I must say his frat boy looks are now gone. His spiky, blond-tipped hair is now burgundy-brown, his earring is gone, his hideous silver nikes have been replaced with pumas and diesels, and his polos and cargo shorts have all been phased out for Juicy Couture shirts and Seven Jeans. His taste in music is way better now, also. Still can't get him to stop with the G.D. chick flicks. I don't want to say I changed him, because everything was his decision, but I think I've been a good influence on him. And he has definitely been a good influence on me. He allows my thick sarcasm, but he keeps me from being cynical and skeptical about love. He's seen me through some really rough times. I'd never dated anyone for more than a month, and I am almost positive this boy and I will be together for life.
