While boyfriend and I were getting ready for bed, brushing our teeth I'm doing some calculations in my head. We've been telling people we've been together for 2 and 1/2 years, but we've been saying that for awhile. With a mouthful of toothpaste I blurt out that we've actually been together for over three years. "Hmm, yeah, I guess so" he said (in French).
As we crawl into bed, we try to agree on when we actually started dating. He believes it was in March of 2002 when he let me borrow his hat to go on my business ski trip. I think its in May when after months of back and forth unsure "high school" esque dating, we're in our local, I buy him a drink and he says "You shouldn't pay for me, I guess I'm a pretty crap boyfriend" (in English, with a very thick French accent). His first admittance that we were "boyfriend/girlfriend.
So we suggest to make up an anniversary date of April 1st, a compromise. But then he says, "No anniversaries, Anniversaries are just a pretext for couples to remind them that they love eachother. We don't need that. (pause for effect) We're not in love."
After calming down from my tears of laughter, I whisper to him, "I don't love you with all my heart".
He may not be the most romantic, but who needs romance when you've got a French comic in your bed.