Response Time #1

So, having gathered all the responses I think I'm going to get, it's probably time to answer them. It's 6:30 AM, so please forgive any incoherency on my part.

So, to Marie's humble request that I write about her:
I met Marie during orientation. She was wearing a cute dress that had cherries on it. She was reading. She was the only person I had seen all day that had been wearing a cute dress with cherries on it, or reading. I think she was also smoking at the time but I can't be sure. Either way, she looked cute, and I approached her and introduced myself, something I hadn't really done all day, since everyone else was way too eager to approach me and introduce themselves. To be honest, I really liked her and it made me happy that she seemed to like me as well. (Later I found out that she had hated me when we met, that she thought I was the most pretentious asshole she had ever known. Believe it or not, this is usually a good sign, as most of my best friends usually hate me when we first meet.)
We made fun of our fellow future Loyolans together. I liked that she was North Irish, and that she had black hair and pretty blue eyes. She seemed sweet and intelligent and at least as bitter as I was about coming to this school.
The rest is sort of history in the making. We came to school, and saw each other again. I pretended not to remember her name. Well, actually, I don't remember whether or not I actually forgot her name or just pretended to. I think either way I would have made her reintroduce herself. We became friends. Everyone wanted to date her. She had a boyfriend from home. We spent more and more time with each other as school began. I don't remember exactly how it happened, or I do and just don't think a blog is the best place to write about it, but she broke up with her boyfriend and then started dating me.
She is the most serious girlfriend I have ever had. I don't like the idea of committing to anything, but with her it wasn't really like that. We've been officially dating since Halloween, so it's been around three-and-a-half months now.
She's really pretty. She has big, soft lips. She's very smart. She's a gentle person, a martyr, really. She reads a lot. She knows more about literature than me, although she refutes the subtle genius of Bret Easton Ellis, which I think is a major oversight on her part. She tells me when my jokes aren't funny, which is, apparently, often.
If she's looking for some sort of confirmation of my devotion I can offer this: I have stayed up all night because of you.

The rest of you will have to wait until I get some sleep.