meeting my bf

Septemer 2003 was a great month for me. it started with me getting a new job which i loved, i finally quit uni forever, as i had really begun to hate it and never wanted to go back, and of course, then i met my bf who ive now been with over 6 years.
it all happened very quickly. we met online and chatted for one night only, and swapped phone numbers.
we spent a couple hours on the phone, and got along really well. he was the same age as me, just a few months younger, and totally in the closet at the time, and he only lived 5 mins from me. we organised to meet up for a drink the next night at a straight pub not far from us. i hadnt seen a pic of him b4 we met, and i was blown away when i saw him. he was stunningly good looking. i thought there was no way someone this good looking would be interested in me, but apparently he felt the same. we spent the next few hours getting blind drunk, before we stumbled back to his place and had sex. i still remember going to work the next day, so hungover but so happy. we met up again the next night. then the next, and the next, and pretty much every night after that. within a month we had the "talk" and agreed we were now together.
we certainly had our issues in the beginning, as i reckon every couple does. mostly caused by the fact that that he was even more inexperienced than me with the whole gay thing, and had never had a bf, whilst i had only had 2 very short lived relatiionships which hadnt gone well. both of us being such closet cases also made things difficult.
but after some initial tidal waves, some massive fights, and even a temporary break up for 2 very depressing days, we ended up very happy and in love, and moved in together about a year later (as far as my family knows, he is still my "flatmate" 5 years later hahah!)