Three years ago today, MF and I went on our first date. We had dinner at Flames before heading over to the Improv to see DL Hughley (who wasn't that good, but that's okay). Then we wandered around downtown San Jose together until 2am. We both sleepily went into work the following morning.

I get a lot of tender feelings when I remember those early months. I don't think I wrote too much about our dates or times together--lessons learned from previously blogged-about boyfriends, you know, plus he wanted to keep things kind of private. But those months were full of that early magic and love that through the years had deepened into something else.



From coworkers to friends to sweethearts. MF, if you ever read this, happy anniversary, sweetie. You'll always be my Jim.


P.S. I think this now marks my record for the longest relationship I've been in. Here's to many more years of disagreements, making up, and bonding over food, film, and the Kevin Bacon game. Can't wait to celebrate all weekend long! :)