It’s been a few weeks since I moved in with TNG, and I hope I can say the worst is behind us. We’ve argued, I’ve cried, he’s hid, I’ve packed a bag (and then put it away), we’ve argued some more, I’ve cried some more… and now we finally seem to be getting into a peaceful groove. Dare I say we’re settling into domestic bliss? Don’t get me wrong, the house is a disaster zone and I still haven’t unpacked a box, but now that I’m not a crazy lunatic pulling all-nighters, he seems a little more relaxed and a hell of a lot happier to have me around. And yes, I took your advice and decided to be a little more assertive (and a lot more fun) – and it worked. We went on a “date” last night (got drunk) and I baked banana bread this morning – while doing laundry – how much more domesticated can I get? But now that the beginning chaos is over, I’m realizing how little I know about living with a guy (nothing). After years of living alone, I’m feeling like it’s my first year in my college dorms and I have to figure out how to coexist with my new roommate. So, I have a few questions.
After a year of seeing him just on weekends, I’m realizing that he only knew the “groomed” side of me. I made sure I shaved my legs every Friday, I had makeup on, my hair was clean, etc. My question is – do you guys even care? He of course hasn’t said anything, but since I’ve moved in, I’ve definitely been lacking in all of the above. Am I already that woman who I mocked in earlier blogs? The one who trades in her skinny jeans for sweatpants and her makeup for cold cream? Okay, so I’m not totally her yet – but I’m definitely hovering over the drain. Do you think he’s noticed? My gut says no, but I shaved this morning just in case.
Speaking of noticing, let’s talk bedroom – and sleepwear. I sleep in pajamas. They’re cute pajamas, but they’re jammies nonetheless. And yes, sometimes even socks. I know, I know, I just killed the porn dream of the girlfriend who answers the door in skimpy lingerie (which I did a few times) but if this is my home, I gotta be comfortable. So, after I finally found the box with my pajamas, I put them on. Did I just snuff out the fire with one glimpse of heather gray cotton?
As long as we’re on the subject of grooming and sleeping preferences, let’s talk bathroom. I know – T.M.I. – but now that I’m living with someone, I’m really starting to realize just how uptight and tightly wound I actually am. He’s so relaxed about everything; he even leaves the door open. Not only do I have to be on another floor of the house with the fan on… honestly it’s actually better if no one is home. I’ve said it before; I think this man was put in my life to loosen me up a little. He actually snickers at me when I come out looking sheepish. In my family no one can go to the bathroom… call it years of repression. I guess I don’t really have a question on that one. He had to know that at some point in the relationship I would finally go number two.
I’m making small strides. I’m no longer asking for permission to do things, I’m just doing them. I still haven’t adjusted to the fact that someone is in my bed every night (neither has my insomnia) but the mornings sure are nice. Which brings up another question… Now that we live together, do I still have to make the girlfriend run to the bathroom to brush my hair and use mouthwash? I know these seem like stupid questions, but we have met, right?
Hey, at least I’m not crying anymore.
