Editor's Note: this lovely post comes from my bestie Kayoko, formerly known on this blog as Single Asian Female. Enjoy!
First of all, I’d like to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to The Blow Off. I know I haven’t written in a few years but TBO has always been there for me through singlehood and relationshiphood, and I want to congratulate our fearless leader Sara for keeping this going for five whole years. For the internet, that’s an eternity. And as much as I would like to take credit for the birth of this fine blog (true story) I certainly couldn’t take credit for coming up with content day after day, finding new contributors, staying in touch with the regulars, watching every episode of The Bachelor and The Bachelorette, then recapping them all (!!!), and most importantly growing the blog into a successful diary of breakups that anyone on planet could relate to. It’s such a wonderful and special place here -- bittersweet, tragic, heartwrenching, yet… HILARIOUS. Our world is a better place because of TBO so Sara, thank you.
So what’s my excuse for not writing for three years? I mean, I had sooo much to write about when I was single and dating all those pathetic men. But the second I find a boyfriend, what do I do? I abandoned you. I’m sorry. But I also started a business in Oakland which is like having a child, so you’ll have to forgive me. Shit got crazy.
But here’s the total truth: The Blow Off is responsible for my relationship with Johnny. It’s true! I was writing pretty frequently on here in 2011 since I had so many hilarious (and sad) dating stories to share. Johnny stumbled across the very last post I wrote, about how I dumped a guy in an email (yup, still going to hell), and as fate would have it, he tweeted me. Here it is!
I looked at his photo (it was a picture of him back then) and wrote him back a private message right away. Carpe diem!
Fast forward three years later, J and I are not only still together, but we’re happily domesticated (well, most of the time) in Oakland. It’s not always easy though, as all you domesticators know. It’s both our first time living with a significant other and man, it has not been all daisies and roses. It’s better now, but it’s a miracle we got through those first six months.
But all in all, we’ve enjoyed living together -- so much that we made our status official as Domestic Partners. Meaning, Roomates for life!