A holy union

It would be entirely valid to say that my roommates and I are pretty much in a relationship with the George Sherman Union. However, it wasn’t always this way. Some people say that the best relationships are the result of friends taking their friendship to the next level. I think it’s pretty safe to say that I have formed quite an attachment to him by now. I mean, after a year and a half together, it is to be expected.

I’ve had some of the best times of my Boston University career in the GSU. Many of my friendships have been built at the tables housed inside of it. I once got to sing along to ‘Gangsta’s Paradise’ with Coolio. I also got to spend a whopping $70 to win a date with my friends, Hot Dog and Jesus.

When we first met, I was quite young. A naive, nervous freshman girl, I walked into the GSU completely overwhelmed. Graduating from Cape Cod Academy, a small school in which my class was’ only 36 people, it’s safe to say that I had never seen something quite like the GSU. The first few days were nerve-wracking. The people around me knew how he worked. Filling out an order at the Charles River Bread Company was an easy task. The Terrier Card Office was obviously downstairs. I personally would not have had the first clue where to find it.

As I began to spend more time with the GSU, I became more comfortable with him.’ Eventually, we were seeing each other almost every day. I would do my homework with him, usually eat at least one meal a day with him, and he was equally accommodating to my friends. (If friends don’t like your boyfriend, it can be a deal breaker.)

The good news is that my parents also love him. When they came to visit, they were very impressed. They feel that he takes good care of me. I think my attachment to him may concern them, however. It’s never healthy to become so dependent on someone, but I assured them that he would never leave me.

One thing I really admire about the GSU is his dedication to charity. Nearly every day when I walk in, I am met by different organizations looking to help out the world in some way. He also cares about money. With a bank in the vicinity, I never have to worry myself with whether or not I will have adequate funds. He’s also not the jealous type. It doesn’t bother him at all if I bring my guy friends around.

I can spend hours with him and not get bored. With wireless access and conveniently placed outlets, my computer and I can be with him all day. He doesn’t even mind if I listen to music instead of paying attention to him. I think he’s just happy that I’m happy. He’s so selfless. How did I get so lucky?

Is there such a thing as the perfect relationship? I think this relationship may be the closest I’ll ever get. Reality is, however, that nothing in life is absolutely perfect. I mean, he does have a Starbucks when I enjoy Dunkin’ Donuts more. He refuses to make ‘Flavors of the Southwest’ Loose Leaf’s permanent theme. He also decides to cut me off from food at certain times, depending on the day.

Last year, we were friends. Living in Warren, it was sometimes more convenient for me to go straight home from class. Now that I’m living in 1019 at the very end of West Campus, it makes more sense for me to stay with him during the day between classes. He went from being there for me every now and then to being there for me practically every day. It’s not surprising that our relationship would take this turn, seeing how we were pretty good friends before.

The GSU is the perfect boyfriend. He gives me food and shelter and never makes me cry. Over time, I have become more comfortable with him, and I know that the many conversations I have shared over those tables are safe with him. When I leave him, I anxiously await our next meeting. Sometimes, I have a bad feeling that I am not the only girl he makes feel this way, but I’m not worried. What the GSU and I have is special. I just hope his parents like me.