My boyfriend and I are quickly coming up on our two year anniversary - and God bless him, he's taking me out on a legit date tomorrow night. We're going for sushi (yum) but then we're relegated to the couch because of the hockey playoffs. That's ok, I guess, it's really only once a year and he's a really good sport (no pun intended) about me bitching and moaning about how many sporting events he watches (no one cares about the National League, babe!)

In any case, we have another anniversary coming up - 1 year in June of living in the same city. We did our first year long distance. We worked out great - saw each other every few weeks (3-5) and managed just fine. We're doing great now too - we still "date," he's immensely supportive, and well.. he's hot :)

How'd I bag him? Easy. I hid/swallowed the crazy. God and my best girlfriends know that my anxiety level, on a scale of one to ten, is about a fifteen. How the hell did I manage a long distance relationship (LDR, yes, we have our own language) with a level of anxiety this high? I paced. A lot. I called my mom. A lot. I complained and freaked out to my bgfs. A lot.

Did I do it to him? Sure. Not on the same level of crazy, though. It was sure as hell hard to trust someone not to cheat on me from 2000 miles away when I had met the guy off craigslist (he subleased an apartment from me, I did not pull an Alex from Real Housewives of NY).

I don't know if he's a glutton for punishment or just infinitely patient, but he puts up with my unique style of girl crazy. He even enjoys being around me, and isn't afraid to call me out when my bitch meter hits the red zone. He's also probably the most laid back person I know - successfully balancing my type-A personality.

The moral of the story? Cool your jets, ladies. If he's a keeper, he'll call you. He'll respect you. Best of all, he'll tell you when your passive aggressive mind games are just not going to cut it. Hey, we all need a little reality check sometimes, right?