My lovely boyfriend’s name is Randy and he’s 24. We’ve been together since December 22nd, 2006. Our meeting story is kind of cute actually. In the middle of December my Ford Escort broke down and we had no idea why so my dad was talking to his co-worker and neighbor (Randy’s father) and he told us his son was good with cars so he sent him down on the 18th.

I answered the door in my PJs looking like crap because I didn’t care how anyone saw me, I was at the time engaged to my ex fiance Mike. I gave him my keys, showed him where the tools were, and made my way inside. He spent all day working on it and then told me what needed to be bought but I had no money. He offered to borrow money from his mother to get the parts and he did for me, a complete stranger. The next day he fixed it completely and came to the door to let us know. I asked him what I owed him and jokingly offered up my life. Then we began talking, I invited him in, and we talked at my dining room table for 6 hours. I also basically asked him on a date for 2 days later because I was miserable in my relationship and it was on the down slide months beforehand.

To make a long story short we hit it off immediately and began dating that very day. On January 1st he got arrested due to a larceny charge back in June of ‘06. From then on it was a long road through jail, rehab, and a halfway house which he never completed. We spent from mid July-November 30th together 24/7 basically. Then on the 30th the cops found out where he was and went to county jail. December 12th he was moved into the NYS prison system and right now it’s looking like a November 28th, 2008 homecoming.