I am crossing my fingers my boyfriend will never read this post, because I have a confession to make: I didn’t think he was hot the first time I saw him. Come to think of it, I didn’t think he was hot the second time I saw him, either. Or the third time. Or… well, you get the picture.

The point is, I think he’s hot now. But I’m not sure I would have come to that thought without the hours I’ve spent hanging out with him, laughing at his jokes and learning more about what makes him tick. Yeah, I think he’s good-looking, but that definitely wasn’t the first thing I noticed about him.

So I guess that means he’s grown on me. In fact, I’m positive he’s grown on me, because I didn’t even want to go out with him the first time he asked me. I didn’t have anything more than a mini-crush on him at the time, and he had to pester me almost nonstop for three days straight before I finally agreed to be his girlfriend, just to get rid of him.

Two and a half years later, you can see that strategy kind of backfired on me. Read More »