Into my arms (a love letter to Lars)

On our first date, after our first kiss Lars told me what I was wearing the first time he saw me: Superman t-shirt, plaid skirt, knee socks, pigtails (no, I wasn't three). I had been working at the bookstore for about 6 months when he started. He was dating someone else at the time and I had some stupid, fruitless crush that I can't even remember. (Well, I can but that "crush" and the "someone else" have no business in my love letter). I had no idea that 7 months later I would be so overcome that I would chase him down after his shift, plop my elbows on the door frame of his car and say, "Look, I like you, ok. I really like you...but, I'm friends with your ex and I just can't do that to her...so, nothing is going to happen ok. We've got to stop vibing each other like right now. I mean, I wish things were different. If things were different--"
He cut me off and asked me to get into his car,which I did. We sat there in silence. I started to feel like I had just majorly stuck my big ass foot in my big ass mouth. He gave me a hug and told me that he wished things were different too.

It would take me six more months to pull my head out of my ass.

Everyone was in trouble at work. Our boss had given us each various letters indicating our specific infractions. I had two: W= Late. B= Talks too much, both are ongoing themes in my life that I'm very comfortable with. Lars was in my group and when he stood up to our boss he did it with such dignity and grace I realized that I was happy and lucky just to know this person. Lars' other job (the one he still has now) is taking care of adults with autism. He told our boss that something you learn when working with developmentally disabled people is that for every negative thing you say, you should say ten positive things. I think I fell in love with him that instant.
A few weeks later my best friends and I took a road trip to Las Vegas. We wanted to go to the Star Trek Experience at the Hilton (because we're big ol' nerds and I mean, anything I can do to line Paris Hilton's Prada clutch just a little bit more is way awesome). What the hell was I talking about?... Oh yeah, Lars. He wasn't on the trip but, while running away from the Borg and nearly puking my guts out on the shuttle ride back to earth I realized that I couldn't live without him.
On my first day back to work I marched straight up to him and I think I shouted, "DO YOU WANNA HAVE LUNCH WITH ME!?!?"
He did.

Happy Valentine's Day Lawrence Duke Medley III!! You're the best, funniest, smartest, sexiest person I know. You're my very best friend. I can't wait to be your Mrs. and change my first name to "Vegetable."