17 Hours

There’s no way you’re NOT wondering about the writers of this site, so I’m going to elucidate some information for you, and that spectrum of information will be comprised of the reason why I love my loving girlfriend and co-writer, Bekki.

Yahoo! Answers is a site that features millions of members, all from over the world. Yet Bekki and I somehow managed to meet in the ‘Books and Authors’ section, as the bashing of the book, “Twilight” by Stephanie Meyer, is a top hobby of mine (it’s pretty overrated — even though I’ve never read the book), and apparently it was/is a top hobby of Bekki’s, too. She added me to her contact list, allegedly for recommending a Twilight inquirer to read the book, “I Hope They Serve Beer in hell” by Tucker Max. Every time I’d see her answer a question, I’d give her a ‘thumbs up’ (from the Yahoo! Answers thumbs up/thumbs down system). I saw her MySpace on her ‘About’ section and added her. We didn’t talk much at first, as I took a long hiatus on MySpace from July 8 until July 23, but when I came back, she had sent me a comment on July 16 playfully asking, “Team Edward or Team Jacob?” I replied by saying “Team Twilight Sucks!” Then, a couple of hours later, I sent her the most sacred message in the history of messaging.

That Twilight Junk

It started as a message to bash Twilight, and it ended up as a message chain that changed both of our lives, as we mused on every single topic in life there was to talk about. We fell in love with each other. Hopelessly. It was inevitable.

I’m the luckiest guy in the world, and I’ll be happy to explain why.

To me, there’s not a single girl out there that can even come close to Bekki. This is because she has a horde of traits that make her great and unlike every other girl out there: she’s erudite and reads all the time (sexy), loves me, cares about me, is understanding, is comical and satirical, sarcastic, has the most beautiful, sexy and sultry voice in the world, has a laugh that I could listen to forever, doesn’t play trite relationship ‘games’ that every other girl delves into playing of “who can beat who” at the ‘game,’ hates shopping, isn’t out to eviscerate somebody to get money out of them like nearly every single other girl in America these days, is a great writer (to me, even though she tries to contest that), mocks posers and idiots, goes off on rants that I love listening to, has the most heart throbbing ways to how she says “Definitely not,” “Cute,” “Oh My God,” “Whatever,” and “Really?” (However, everything she says is heart throbbing to me.)

I love everything about her. She’s perfect. Try to contest that, because trying is the only thing you will be doing in this matter. She means everything to me — the world to me.

I want to spend my whole life with her, to marry her and have kids with her, and to grow old with her, being 80- plus years-old, having a hearing aid in my ear, responding to everything she says with “What? What-did-yee say?” every five seconds. It’s going to be comical, possibly worthy of a sitcom creation.

I can’t wait to wake up every morning with my arms wrapped around her, whispering “I love you,” to her ear. Being able to see her smile every day will make my day. I don’t care about anything else. I would happily die of lack-of-food and fatigue if I were just able to stare at that beautiful smile of hers every day of my life. She completes me.

I could listen to her laugh forever and never get tired. I love imparting comical words to her sweet, celestial, divine, God-given ears so that I can hear her laugh. I can’t wait to hold her in my arms, stare into her eyes, stroke the side of her cheek, softly sing to her, and then passionately kiss her. She makes my day every day. Just hearing her voice and her laugh. To know that she’s happy enthralls me. She’s the greatest girlfriend a guy could ever ask for.

Of course we’ll eventually argue, but that’s inevitable. I learned a true lesson one time: do you notice how that, when a lot of people get married, they get a divorce during a five year frame when they get married to the time they divorce. Why? Because they have arguments and sulk, saying ignorant things like “it wasn’t always like this,” when they could calmly work things out and get back on the right track. But many people like to hold grudges. Who’s more happy? Younger couples or older couples? The older couples, because they have been through thick and thin together. You hear people who go through a divorce or break-up talk about their ex all the time, and that’s because they know it could have worked out in the end if they would have taken the time to reconcile. Bekki and I have talked about this many times already. I’m more than lucky to have someone that cares so much. I love her.

Every morning, every time I read one of her messages, a sudden flash of exuberance hits me like a lightning bolt. Like a train going full blast hitting a Volkswagen on train tracks. Like a hit from NFL legend Lawrence Taylor.

Seeing her picture every morning online instills me with unquantifiable joy, it’s immeasurable to the point where I am transfixed, in such awe where I can’t get her out of my mind. She’s in my mind the whole day. I don’t try to stop thinking about her. I continue thinking about her. I can’t help it. She amazes me to no end.

Bekki is like a breath of fresh air. So sweet and cool. Winds of air blows away clouds like Bekki blows my mind.

I’m the luckiest guy in the world.