Caution: This is a Love Story.

I don’t write love stories (actually, nowadays, I don’t write much period). They’re cheesy and mega annoying.

But ever since that fateful day in March, I’ve been in love.

We met online on a slickdeals forum. I clicked on a link someone posted, and voila! There was Jack. His picture captivated me: He was black, strong, and made of steel. It was love at first sight. But I couldn’t just rely on impulses and emotions. Sure, he seemed perfect; but, like any other man, I’m sure he had his vices.

So, I did what any intelligent, human girl would do: I google stalked. I read up on my object of affection. His reviews were overwhelmingly positive. I’ve seen him at Best Buy before. I’d pass by, wink and pat my eyelashes. I don’t know if he noticed me then and there.

And then, on a decisive LA morning I skipped work and made my way to Best Buy; biting my nails, thinking of ice breakers, and figuring out what I can afford to offer in exchange.

When I laid my eyes on him again, I knew I had to take him home. So I did.
At first, I didn’t know how to handle him. I was scared. Scared that if I make the first move, unwrap his package, and snap away, we’d hit a point of no return. What if I don’t like him afterwards? What if he’s not who he appears to be? What if his extremity is not long enough? His focus is not sharp enough? And what if…I’m just not that into him?! He’d be an expensive mistake and I can’t afford to make those; I have a fragile heart (and an even more fragile bank account).

But you know what? I took a chance...and we’ve been inseparable ever since.