I lived with a boyfriend once. Well, twice. But they were both roommates first, boyfriends later. And I was twenty-something and not that smart and one of them didn't speak English, so let's not count those.
This is the first time I've met a dude and decided I liked him enough to leave my house, and go live in his house so we could be together more and you know, plan a future and everything. Big news.
My manfriend was pretty awesome about my one major freak out, which came on randomly when I realized exactly how different my every day was going to become. I already told you about my fear of the suburbs. Nothing about our actual relationship worries me. We're one of those annoying couples who never argue. But even BFF's have a learning curve when they move in together, right? Here is a small list of things that may or may not cause a few tantrums.
1. Manfriend's house is very manish: It's bachelor code to have a leather couch and a big screen TV. Lucky for me, my manfriend has two of each. And a papaya-coloured wall. And 17 bottles of the same shampoo in his shower. And he sleeps with the remote control in his bed. And watches football and/or hockey for what I'm pretty sure is 8 hours a day. None of the above things are in line with how I roll.
I'm pretty used to being on my own. I bought a condo on my own and decorated it exactly the way I like. Now, my manfriend is not some kind of gorilla-man who refuses help in the decor department. He's readily admitted that his place needs a lady's touch. i.e. moi. But I'm also not silly enough to charge in there and start painting walls pink and buying floral bedspreads. Mostly because floral bedspreads are ugly. And you know, that's rude. So, somewhere between 8 hours a day of football and all the leather, I need to find some Lindsayism. A decorative pillow or two. A couple of lamps. Matching towels perhaps. And TLC and HBO available on whichever TV I'm going to be forced to watch during the Superbowl.
2. Manfriend cannot fall asleep unless the TV is on.
Please consult #1 to find out what he's watching when falling asleep. See, I'm a pretty light sleeper. And I require darkness and quiet to sleep. A quiet mind, if you will. Hence my obsession with yoga. I'm one of those people whose mind races at night and all the stress of the day and life keeps me awake and OMG SO MANY THINGS IN MY HEAD. It's important for this girl to SLOW THE EF DOWN. Especially at the end of the day. Get away from the computer and stop checking my phone. And when there is light and noise and busy-ness and whathaveyou, it's difficult to quiet ye olde mind.
The manfriend works shifts. He works days for two weeks, then nights for two weeks and so on and so forth. Neither of us are a fan of the night shifts and I hope that he can eventually not work them. In the meantime, however, it means that I get at least two weeks a month of non-TV sleep time. Otherwise I might try wearing earplugs and an eye mask and whining loudly. I'll probably throw a couple of dramatic sighs in there too.
3. Manfriend wants nothing to with a feline in the bed.
See, this is tricky. Because I'm used to having Henry in my bed practically every night. And I quite like him there. I mean, he's furry and warm and cute. So I don't have a solution to this problem yet. Other than sneaking Henry into bed when the manfriend is falling asleep watching football. See what I did there?
I'm pretty used to being on my own. I bought a condo on my own and decorated it exactly the way I like. Now, my manfriend is not some kind of gorilla-man who refuses help in the decor department. He's readily admitted that his place needs a lady's touch. i.e. moi. But I'm also not silly enough to charge in there and start painting walls pink and buying floral bedspreads. Mostly because floral bedspreads are ugly. And you know, that's rude. So, somewhere between 8 hours a day of football and all the leather, I need to find some Lindsayism. A decorative pillow or two. A couple of lamps. Matching towels perhaps. And TLC and HBO available on whichever TV I'm going to be forced to watch during the Superbowl.
2. Manfriend cannot fall asleep unless the TV is on.
Please consult #1 to find out what he's watching when falling asleep. See, I'm a pretty light sleeper. And I require darkness and quiet to sleep. A quiet mind, if you will. Hence my obsession with yoga. I'm one of those people whose mind races at night and all the stress of the day and life keeps me awake and OMG SO MANY THINGS IN MY HEAD. It's important for this girl to SLOW THE EF DOWN. Especially at the end of the day. Get away from the computer and stop checking my phone. And when there is light and noise and busy-ness and whathaveyou, it's difficult to quiet ye olde mind.
The manfriend works shifts. He works days for two weeks, then nights for two weeks and so on and so forth. Neither of us are a fan of the night shifts and I hope that he can eventually not work them. In the meantime, however, it means that I get at least two weeks a month of non-TV sleep time. Otherwise I might try wearing earplugs and an eye mask and whining loudly. I'll probably throw a couple of dramatic sighs in there too.
3. Manfriend wants nothing to with a feline in the bed.
See, this is tricky. Because I'm used to having Henry in my bed practically every night. And I quite like him there. I mean, he's furry and warm and cute. So I don't have a solution to this problem yet. Other than sneaking Henry into bed when the manfriend is falling asleep watching football. See what I did there?
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