Twas September of 2001 and the second night of college--whoever it was pulled the dormitory fire alarm that night, I've got a lot to thank you for.
Out on the median in the middle of the street I met a boy named Corey--cute, funny, sweet. I'd forgotten to grab my college ID on the way out, so he promised to vouch for me when we went back inside.
A five-minute conversation, a flash of the baby blues, and I was hooked for life.
Nearly 9 years later we're married. The minute he leaves, no matter where he's going or for how long, I start thinking about when I'll see him again.
Last night was our 2nd wedding anniversary, so I came down to Denver and we painted the town red.
What's better than palling around with your best friend? Especially if that best friend happens to be good-looking.