Hands up if you remember April the 1st, 2002. Chaos reigned supreme as the coloured name script assigned names to posters at random. I bloody loved it. Somewhere on a dead harddrive there is a chat log from that day in which I promise Guido that this would very much be the first and last time I would ever bow down, kiss his feet and worship him.
Fast forward 9 years. April the 1st, 2011. On that day Guido will go to visit his new employers, complete paperwork etc. His new employers in England. A new job. In England. So we can live together.
Yeah. So that's kind of life-changing.And exciting. And mind-blowing. We get a couple of months first of being a 'normal' couple - living in different flats in different cities. Once he's settled into the job he'll join me here and start commuting. The first day of the rest of our lives.
It must be love. That or Stockholm syndrome.
But I still won't kiss his feet. Ick.