"Over the course of the average lifetimeyou meet a lot of people. Some of them
stick with you through thick and thin.
Some weave their way through your life
and disappear forever. But once in a
while someone comes along who earns a
permanent place in your heart” -- Wonder Years
So, guy and gal are living happily together right? Half-right. Well, 85% right. Gal loves living with guy 85% of the time. Below is the break down:
100% of the time minus:
3% of the time when guy leaves socks, shoes, dirty clothing, etc. strewn about rooms other than the aforementioned guy room (although, I'll give a percent or so back if money is found. Gal likes morning coffee and is trying to maintain a budget. This is considered free money and does not count toward budget).
2% of the time when guy "forgets" and leaves his glass on the coffee table causing their dog (because someone once let him drink out of their cup) to tip over said cup, spilling the contents onto the newly purchased, very fashionable, hardly usable (because it's mostly stained on one side due to the dog), rug.
5% of the time when both laundry baskets are vomiting their contents onto the floor and guy is glued to the television, video controller in hand, even though guy has been home 45 minutes longer than gal because she went to the gym and then ran to the grocery store to pick up dinner.
1% of the time when guy fills the room (again, room other than his very own guy room) with pungent odors that would choke the dead and cause gal to flee the room for safety (a.k.a. fresh air).
4% of the time- this is the miscellaneous category. This includes gal having to wake up and go to sleep with ESPN on the television, guy eating the last of gal's favorite cookies, and guy refusing to watch sports on his guy room television when gal REALLY wants to watch HGTV on the downstairs tv so she can plan out their future home.
Sarcasm and humor aside, I really do enjoy living with him. We've been together almost half our lives and I can't imagine picking up anyone else's dirty boxers. I love waking up to the smell of breakfast on Saturday morning because he's thoughtful and loves me (and can only cook pancakes and eggs). I love that he's added my favorite movies to our queue on Netflix and he'll wait 6 weeks, without complaining, for me to watch the movie because he knows I have to be in a certain mood to concentrate on a tv for more than an hour and a half.
The struggle to live together was really nothing more then a misconception born within a preconceived notion. The preconceived notion that nothing was really going to change since we had been "technically" living together (misconception) for years. However, and this is a HUGE however, at some point we always allocated the other some "alone time"; albeit whether it was actually alone or with friends, we knew in the back of our minds we each had our own place. And I do miss having my own place from time to time, in fact, at one point I sat outside on our steps, sobbing to my mom, screaming about how messy he is and how I was stuck and had no where to go (a bit over dramatic? nooo, not me, never!).
5 months and two paint changes later to our room and we're now in search of our forever home...or at least our "5 year starter" home. And when we move in there, I'm sure my fairy-tale dreams of a dish-free sink will be shattered once again within days, but you know what, I'm just looking forward to eating a breakfast I didn't cook, with a man (er, guy) that I love at our kitchen table...completely naked.
Time to give in and go play Call of Duty ( I secretly love that game, don't tell the guy, shit, he reads this)...oh well, I've rambled on way too long.
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