It has always seemed to me that I was surrounded by people who had dated or were dating, even including preschool “relationships.” I, however, had never had that experience. Sure, I had messed around (more than I’d like to admit), but either the guy was not that into me, or I was not that into him. I had never been on a real date, but then I met someone. He asked me out. I was hesitant because he is in the Navy, but I said yes.

On the first date he overslept, and I thought I had been stood up but I also knew he had been working weird hours and had maybe accidentally fallen asleep. Note: I have done this to my parents and to other guys before this. A couple hours later, he called and apologized. I took a leap and forgave him. That night did not turn out how he had planned, but we broke into a cemetery, which I had had on my bucket list for over a year. Needless to say, we kind of hit it off. He asked me on a second date, and I later found out he had almost canceled the first.

We kept seeing each other, and physically, we took it much slower than I was used to doing. However, it also seemed that we were taking things rather quickly. We soon decided to be boyfriend and girlfriend; the day after, we said the “L-word.” I was scared, and I still am. Not because it felt wrong to move so quickly, but because it felt so right. This whole relationship thing is new to me, I may have my heart broken but I would not change any of this for the world. It is weird to be a 20-year-old relationship virgin, but I think it was meant to be this way. I am not sure what is wrong with the universe, but for the first time in a very long time, I am happy.