WARNING: This is a long and soppy post.
5 years ago today I took a boy out on a date. I was 20 years old and he was 24. I didn’t really like rugby much but I knew he loved it so I negotiated and wangled and I managed to get 2 tickets to the Currie Cup final at Loftus, Bulls vs. Cheetahs. The game had been sold out since the Tuesday before so my tickets were like gold. I didn’t realise it until I walked up to the boy I liked and presented him with the tickets… and his jaw hit the floor. The Bulls won that day, and so did I.
In the last 5 years we’ve had some pretty amazing times. Like the time we went to Sun City with all our friends and we all got totally trashed playing drinking games. We’d been dating for just over a month and he got the shock of his life when I decided to jump in the pool fully clothed, and passed out. He had to save me with the help of his friend and I didn’t even thank him – I ran up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door. He didn’t get pissed off – he got me into my PJ’s and made sure I was comfortable. (I think – my memory is a bit fuzzy from that night ;-p)
Then there was my 21st birthday. I was so proud to parade my awesome boyfriend around in front of all my friends and family. Everyone kept saying what a good looking couple we were – I had to agree…
I’m sure you’re waiting for me to say we’ve had some bad times and some good. But that would be a lie – we’ve only ever fought once and we’ve never gone to bed angry. We have had some crazy adventures together though – like the infamous Bloem Trip. We had gotten box tickets to the Springboks vs. England in Bloemfontein the Monday before the game. We tried to book accommodation the whole week and eventually found what seemed to be the only room left in the whole of Bloem. So we drove for 4.5 hours and started looking for our hotel room. The GPS we had borrowed kept taking us toward a really dodgy area- so we dismissed it as broken/stupid and asked one of the locals for directions. When we gave him the address he whistled and said “You don’t want to stay there, it’s the most dangerous area in town” – so it seemed there was a reason it was the only room left! We watched the game (we were conned – the tickets weren’t box tickets – they were behind the posts!) and then proceeded to drive back to Joburg…. we got home at 2am, exhausted, grumpy and sunburned. But it was a fantastic day – one we wouldn’t take back for the world.
The thing about my boyfriend and our relationship that I love most is that we are best friends. We really love eachothers’ company and we don’t need anyone else to make us happy. At the same time though – neither of us is clingy, we can easily spend a night out or a weekend apart without getting too antsy or upset. We trust eachother and are never really jealous or possessive of eachother. We are able to laugh at eachother and act the fool – even if it means dressing up and making complete chops out of ourselves.
So to my ginger – you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love you more than life itself. Thank you for the most magical 5 years ever – and I know we’ll start the next 5 off on a good note when The Bulls win against the Cheetahs in the Currie Cup final next weekend and when we listen to the Parlotones play our song at their concert the week after.
Thank you Shaun, I love you.