Saturday, June 13, 2009
After almost four years of long-distance dating, Sparta and I are finally closing the gap. Not only are we going to live in the same city for the first time since the summer we met, we are going to live in the same apartment.
The plan has been in the works for a while, but I haven't wanted to write it here for fear of jinxing it. That and I've been pretty skeptical about the whole thing as I've been waiting for the timing to be right for some time now, and it just never seems to work out. But, knock on wood, it's official.
Not only is he moving in at the end of the month, he's applying for a job at the paper. That's right, after four years of barely seeing each other, it looks like things are about to get extremely cozy.
What? That looks suspiciously like a recipe for disaster, you say? Well, you might be right, but after four years, I've kind of taken the attitude that if we're going to drive each other crazy and we can't stand to be around each other for lengthy periods of time, we might as well find out.
At least that's the cool as a cucumber line I've been repeating to myself and anyone else who cares to hear it. However, yesterday I had a moment of panic when it occured to me that I don't really want to find that out.
Suddenly, this cucumber started to sweat.
Oh. my. god. What if I leave my wet towel on the bed or the lid off the whatever and he leaves me for someone who looks just like me only taller and fitter and who doesn't roll her eyes and lunge for the remote whenever UFC garbage is on and always, always hangs up her towels properly?????!!! WHAT IF HE EATS ALL MY CHOCOLATE OR MAKES NOISE WHEN I'M TRYING TO WRITE AND I HAVE TO KILL HIM??????!!!!!!
Once I regained consciousness I figured I should share these concerns with him.
"What if I do things that drive you crazy?"
"Like when you leave wet towels on the bed?"
"YES! Exactly!! See? I already do things that you hate! What if I do that by accident and you break up with me and..."
"If you leave wet towels on the bed, I will move them...And make fun of you."
So, at least that's settled. Now to purchase some earplugs and a combination lock for my chocolate stash...I mean...learn to share?
Meanwhile, my towels are hanging neatly on the hook I installed on the back of the door. For practice.
Any advice from experienced cohabitators?