Dating Life

After that fateful night, Natalie and I started going out. I couldn't be happier -- she was perfect, and we adored each other. Thankfully, the easy rapport we had with one another didn't just turn out to be the result of my mad flirting skills, but was indicative of the way we simply clicked. We had a lot of shared interests, always had something to talk about, and laughed about the same stupid jokes. Rebecca would probably have been royally annoyed by our cutesy couple dynamic if she hadn't gotten together with Josh shortly afterwards. As such, she and I relished the opportunity to go on double dates -- we were best friends, spending time with each other and with our partners. It was ideal. I was able to show Josh all of Becca's magic spots and how to drive her crazy with just one finger, while Nat couldn't get enough of the three of us triple-teaming her, Rebecca finally having found someone who wasn't intimidated by the monster strap-on she had bought while drunk a few years back.

Every morning, Natalie would not allow me to leave without having creamed her first. Wherever she went for the first few weeks after we started dating, everyone would comment on her radiant smile coupled with her facial decorations, and she would beam even more and reply "Oh, this? Just my awesome boyfriend!" Sometimes she would even arrange to meet up during lunch just so she could get a top-off to keep glistening for the rest of her shift.

In the years to come, we went through a lot. We experienced the ups and the downs, the epic and the mundane, and there are countless stories I could tell you.