Relationship

You have been in a long-term relationship with your once neighbor.. Your think back to the first time you met her.
It was a... Saturday, you think. It was a cold and rainy day. Completly not the weather for anything productive, let alone job searching. You sat down with a pile of papers, all applications for for jobs ranging from office work to lawn care services to... Male stripper?
"How did that get in there?" You wonder, moving the paper away from the others. You turn your focus back to the more "appealing" job applications.
"Let's see... Name? No-brainer." You go through the easy questions with, exactly that, ease. "Special skills? Huh, quick learner? Maybe? Gah! What skills do I have! Fu-" your mind tirade was interrupted by a knock on the door.
The hollow knock echoes through your mediocre apartment like a cry through a cave. You walk over to the slightly splintered door, the creaks from the floor boards not quite getting the same effect. The door creaks with more vigor, calling to the blonde in front of it.
The effect of your first sight of her was electrifying. Her long blonde hair draped down and clung to her face. She must have been out in the rain. She was soaking wet, everything from her before mentioned hair to her deep blue jacket, which clung to her curvy body. Surprisingly, you weren't looking at her body, because your eyes were lost in hers, which matched her jacket. Your eyes tear away only to look at her soft pink lips. Which you notice were moving.
"Are you listening?" she says.
"Oh, Uh, yeah." you reply.
"Well, that didn't sound very comforting." she says, still trying to smile. "I'm moving in right across the hall, I don't have a key and I need to wait here for my friend to bring me a spare. So what I'm asking is, can I wait in your apartment?" seems like a dream, the way she says it.
"Sure!" you say, excitedly as she walks in. She looks around and sees the stack of papers.
"Fast learner? Male stripper?"

That really broke the ice that night. We got to know eachother, started hanging out. Two weeks later we had our first date. By three weeks, we had our first kiss. By two months, we said "I love you." for the first time. Four months, we moved in together. Six months, we moved to a new apartment. Funny she said she would save it for marriage but by six months and two hours, we made love for the first time. Celebrating our acheivement in a way unexpected because of one extra glass of wine. No more milestones since then, but I hold a small ring in my hand, and I plan to give it to her.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a small, but powerful, voice. It was Lusi. "Could you meet me In the conference room? I need to talk to you about something."