This Little Piggy's Got Herself A Man!

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Oh my god you guys, are you sitting down? Well, if you’re not then you should. Are you sitting down? Okay, I’ll just go ahead and say it … I have a boyfriend!

I know right? I can’t believe it either!

I’ve been single for pretty much an entire decade. Fine, call me pathetic, but I hate dating. I hate talking about myself. I hate meeting new people. I hate how guys always expect you to hook up when all they do is take you out to dinner. And like, not even a nice dinner. I’m talking about a cheap Mexican meal at a less than four star restaurant that gives you irritable bowl syndrome. But most of all, I hate falling for someone when you know deep down inside it isn’t going to work out, because well, it never does. Let’s face it – I was on the road to becoming a bitter spinster turned lesbian, or just a complete whore, when one night, everything changed.

For the longest time, my roommate/ BFF kept telling me that she met a really cute guy who literally, lived right upstairs. She said I’d really like him, but for some reason, we never met. We never even crossed paths until one night I met him at a friend’s birthday party.

Days later, I found him on Facebook. Facebook messaging led to exchanging phone numbers. And texting made way to finally hanging out. For our first date, he took me out to dinner. Like, a really, really nice dinner. Now, I don’t know about you ladies, but going out on an actual date – to a nice dinner – is kind of a big deal. It’s hard enough to get a guy to actually go out of the house. Usually, guys just ask girls to ‘come over and watch a movie,’ or if you’re really lucky, they’ll ask you to get a drink.

But it wasn’t dinner, or even the great conversation that got my attention – it was when we were in our parking garage and he opened the car door for me. I know, I know, it sounds lame. But it’s the little things that melt a girl’s heart. Besides the fact that I don’t think anybody has ever opened a car door for me like, ever!

Two weeks later, it was my 30^th birthday and he bought me a bouquet of flowers. Nobody has ever bought me flowers. Well, except my dad. And then there’s that time in high school when I sent them to myself on Valentine’s Day in order to make a guy jealous. He wasn’t.

Sometimes, things have a weird way of working out and sometimes, they're simply right in front of you all along. I never would have thought that my future boyfriend would live in my building, in the apartment right upstairs from mine!

And yes, I even told my mom about him. Because I think this time, I have a feeling it will actually work out.