So, you know me. Or maybe you don't. Doesn't matter. I'm here to spill the tea on this guy, let's call him "R" for "Really Romantic."

Now, let's rewind. Picture this: a desperate soul scrolling through the depths of an online non-SA dating site (cue the cringe). I stumbled upon a profile, and thought, "Hey, why not?" And that's how I met R.

Fast forward to our first "M&G." He flew in from his home state, and I was a hot mess, sporting jeans (who knew they weren't business casual?) and a general air of "I have no idea what I'm doing." But R was there to greet this bright-eyed and bushy-tailed student, ready to sweep me off my feet.

And he did. Sure, he was more of an "experience SD," but I was all about that emotional connection. He proposed a long-distance, travel-based relationship, and I was in.

We embarked on a series (like, 2) of platonic adventures. Picture me, a stressed-out mess on our first trip, trying to figure out how to politely ask for alone time. Thankfully, R picked up on my vibes and let me escape for a solo historical jog.

Since then, we've been on countless trips. Some fancy, some not so much. I've even tagged along on his business trips, trading boardrooms for shopping sprees and... well, you get the idea. There was always major expenditures, delicious food, and, let's just say, uncontrollable fucking.

After a year and a half, R decided to meet my besties. He not only joined us on our annual girls' trip but also planned activities and treated us to meals. And let me tell you, he was way too excited about buying them little gifts. He's planned for them to come see me a couple of times.

R is the epitome of kindness, generosity, and a slightly naughty streak. He's patient, supportive, and always there for me, even when I'm PMS-ing or going through a minor existential crisis.

Now, here's the kicker: R has never asked me to be exclusive. He actually encourages me to date other people. And while he's always said he'd marry me if he were 20-30 years younger, a huge grand wedding and all.

We've had our ups and downs, like any normal couple. But at the end of the day, I love him. He's the complete opposite of those superficial, drama-filled relationships you read about on SLF. And while I may not be jet-setting to exotic locations every month, I feel loved, supported, and incredibly lucky.

I'm supported, I feel safe, and I'm truly loved. And that's all that really matters.

He's got my back (and ass. And tits. And cheeks.)