Mr. Sugar Cube and I have been a couple for 725 days. We met 37 days before that, through a mutual friend (I was staying at the same hotel with another friend, and Mr. Sugar Cube and one of his teammates needed a place to stay, so our mutual friend let them crash in his hotel room two nights). One day after we met I asked everyone for their Facebook info, secretly only wanting Mr. Sugar Cube’s but not wanting to make it obvious, and the next day Mr. Sugar Cube messaged me to congratulate me on making the roster for the 2013 Para Cycling Road World Championships and then gave me his number “in case I didn’t want to play Facebook anymore.” Three days after that—five after our initial meeting—I realized he was the one. Actually, we were talking about cherries, and as he said “cherries are my go-fast food” my head screamed “he’s the one” at me, which stopped me in my tracks. The next day we went to our respective homes.
Personal photos / Two of the first photos we sent each other
Forty-one days later I flew out to California to visit him for a week. It was also the first time I tried In ‘N Out and the day his mother knew I was the one for Mr. SC. Five days after that, when I was talking to my dad on the phone as I was preparing to leave California to race in Canada, I knew he liked Mr. Sugar Cube for me than he has anyone else—when my dad and I started racing, my dad always made sure my bike was taken care of. And when I told him everything Mr. Sugar Cube was doing to my bike to make sure it was the best it could be for my race, I knew he loved Mr. SC.