Happily Becoming Houtari

We met at a "welcome back" party, just like any classic college romance. Thinking him fun, I invited him and his friend to hang out at my house where I took notice of the cute, quiet freshman. Being the wise, experienced Sophmore that I was, I invited Aaron (and his two friends) to a private tour of Hillsdale's premier abandoned buildings. While out exploring, it became very obvious that Aaron and I were interested in one another. He quite literally swept me off my feet when helping me to jump ten feet down from an abandoned school's patio. Little did I know he had orchestrated this gallantry by getting rid of his friends. The evening climaxed with all of us out on the 50-yard line of Muddy Water Stadium (doesn't that sound romantic?), flat on our backs, attempting to distinguish a shooting star from an airplane. I pulled the timeless "I'm cold" routine and proved that some old-fashioned methods still work. He put his arm around me to keep me warm, and as corny as it sounds, we've been together ever since.