This is not a sappy love story

Ours is not a great and passionate love story.  It’s not filled with romance, drama, or love at first sight.  There aren’t any trite anecdotes about last-minute dashes to the airport or standing outside an apartment in the rain to profess one’s love.  To be perfectly honest, stories like those immediately inspire gratuitous eye rolling from me.  No, our story is a fairly common one—a friendship that grew into a relationship and a relationship that grew into a commitment.

We went to the same high school (he was a year ahead of me) and had mutual friends, but our paths never crossed.   He went off to Loyola for undergrad and happened to become the roommate of one of my close friends, Ajay.  One weekend, I drove downtown to pick Ajay up to visit his parents, and Solomon happened to be there.  Our introduction was inauspicious, to say the least.  Here’s how it went:

Me:  “Oh hi!  I’m Amanda!  It’s so nice to meet you.”

Sol:  Silence.  Looks away.  Lanyard with dorm key and plaid flannel pants indicate that he is obviously too cool for a high school girl. 

Me:  “Uh….okay.”  Walks away thinking Sol is the biggest tool in the world.

We ran into each other a few years later when Ajay randomly invited Sol to our daily coffee date.  Sol became a regular fixture, and my opinion of him (gradually) changed.  We saw each other almost every day, and when we didn’t see each other in person, we chatted online.  This went on for three years, and we only became closer friends during that time.  It’s unclear when we actually decided to date—I remember discussing it with him over coffee, hiding a casual relationship from our friends, and being unwilling to admit that our relationship was real and quickly becoming serious.

Despite our initial denial, the relationship did become serious, and very rapidly.  We were so comfortable with each other, spent every waking minute together or with our mutual friends, and laughed so hard around the clock that we moved in together after three short months.  After over four years together, I can still say that he is one of my best friends and I’m incredibly lucky to have him in my life.  (And he’s lucky that I didn’t hold our first meeting against him.)

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