Liv
This is the true story of the time during and after my 2 year anniversary with my girlfriend Liv, and hopefully more to come. Anyway, this is 100% true. Hope you like it.
We were both home from college on Christmas break, not returning until the end of January. If you're wondering, we both went to the same college. Conveniently, this was just in time for our 2 year anniversary. We started dating in high school, when she was a senior and I was a junior. We met in our French class when we were partnered up and quickly hit it off. We both hated it with a passion, along with everyone in our class. I'm still kicking myself from taking it. Anyway, I finally worked up the balls to ask her out. On top of that, I wrote her a note in French, the only phrase I know how to speak, despite 3 long years of the subject. She didn't know what it meant at first, so I had to type it into google translate on my phone. She finally realized and typed back on my phone in French, accepting my offer. She proceeded to enter her cell number into my contacts under the name "Girlfrienddddd <33333" and text me, still in class. I was pleasantly surprised to see she'd already given me her number, more so when I read her name in my phone. I've never felt this way about any other girl.
Anyway, it occurred to me it was our anniversary 2 days before (like a lot of men do with their wives and girlfriends). I was at my house, typing on my laptop and it just hit me. I said out loud, "Oh shit!" and jumped in my car and rushed out and bought her a pearl necklace (no, not the kind of pearl necklace you're thinking of lol) for $100. My name is Matt, by the way. I have dark brown hair, bordering on black, and bluish-gray eyes. I also have a hooked, once-broken nose that I didn't like too much, but I didn't really care, since my friends and family, and Liv, didn't.
Our anniversary fell on a Tuesday. I made reservations for us at a fancy restaurant at 6:00 Tuesday night, and texted Liv saying I would pick her up at 5:40. The next few days flew by. I woke up Tuesday morning and showered and picked out clothes for the day, a collared shirt and a nice pair of jeans. My parents and sister wished me luck as I left my house at 5:30 in my car.
I prided myself on having a sexy car, which usually helps with getting girls. I had, and still have today, a silver 2003 Saab 9-3, a snarling, turbocharged, 210 horsepower beast. It looks sick, but what makes it even cooler is it's transmission, a 5 speed manual, not too common in the states anymore. I got this car when I was 16 from my grandparents, mostly because they wanted to save money on gas, as well as switch to an automatic transmission. The only problem was, I had no idea how to drive stick, and being 16 at the time, I wasn't an experienced driver. I eventually got the hang of it after about 2 weeks of driving it constantly and stalling out in several embarrassing places (at a tollbooth on the highway and in front of a cop at a stop sign were the 2 worst) and I love it. I don't think I'll ever go back to an automatic.
Anyway, I turned into Liv's driveway and parked. Walking up the driveway to her front door, I felt butterflies, but I didn't know why. I rang the doorbell and waited nervously. Her mother opened it and welcomed me warmly, inviting me inside. I waited by the door while her mom went to find her. Her dad came in and said hi, and we stood there talking until Liv came in. Her parents were some of the sweetest people I'd ever met, and I loved them.
Liv smiled at me and said hi too. She was wearing a sweatshirt (it was December, don't forget) and tight-fitting khaki pants (much to my pleasure) with about 4-inch high heels, bringing us almost to eye level. I wasn't particularly tall, at about 5'9" on a good day, and her heels put her at about 5'7". We said our goodbyes and left shortly after. I also couldn't help noticing that she was carrying a large object, wrapped up with a ribbon. I was under the assumption it was my anniversary present.
We drove to the restaurant, talking animatedly. I was trying really hard to avoid embarrassing myself by stalling the car in front of her, which thankfully didn't happen. We arrived about 5 minutes early, luckily. It was really busy! Trying to be a gentleman, I backed the car into a parking spot and jumped out, walking around and opening the passenger door for her.
"Aw, that was sweet! Thank you!" she exclaimed, taking my hand and walking into the restaurant.
Both the service and the food were good. What I didn't tell Liv was that I had reserved the best table for us, in a corner away from everyone else and with candles. I ordered a nice prime rib and Liv got salmon. We spent the whole dinner talking quietly and enjoying ourselves. For dessert, we split a slice of strawberry cheesecake, which was really good. Naturally, I paid the bill, and we left feeling content with the meal. In the car, we exchanged anniversary gifts. She opened hers first, screaming in delight and kissing me heavily. She proceeded to put it on after she was done freaking out, admiring it in the mirror and thanking me.
Then it was my turn. Not sure what to expect, I unwrapped her present and gasped. It was a scrapbook, handmade, full of pictures of us. It must've taken Liv days to make! I flipped through it eagerly. And on the last page, there was a note, scrawled in red ink. It read:
Dearest Matthew,
