We moved in together in February of 2014. We had been dating for a year and a half at this point, so I (Anne) thought I pretty much knew all there was to know about Mr. Davy G, but he had one more surprise up his sleeve.

As we were signing the lease and finalizing our move in day (Feb 1), Dave looked at me, super-serious.

“I have to tell you something,” he said, eyes wide.

Oh god. I was scared.

“The Olympics are in February. Right when we move in,” he continued slowly.

“Yesssssss,” I said, confused.

“I. Love. The. Olympics.” He had the tone of someone who just confessed to dining nightly at Applebees (of his own volition) or owning a Juicy sweatsuit in lime green.

“Uh, yes?”

“No.” Most serious I had ever seen him. “Like, I REALLY love them. I will watch every single event. I know every stat from all past Olympics. I will be devoted, 24/7 to the Olympics.”

It was quiet for a moment. Then:

“I even love curling.” He was referring to the ladies who push the big heavy metal things across the ice.

It was then that I realized that I had 100% ended up with the most perfect person in the world for me.

Because I love unicorns that much. Unicorns are my Olympics. And he totally gets it.