It's survival of the fittest folks. The only ones who make it to the altar are the ones who haven't killed each other.
Honestly, I'm aware that I am seeing the sweetest man on earth. Really I am.
But - after four years of
Take for instance chewing. I know, we all do it. But - it fucking annoys me to the point that chewing near me is part of the Asshat's arsenal to drive me bat shit crazy.
Since we aren't married (or living together - which if you ask me is the same damn thing) the boyfriend and I have separate addresses, so if I finally lose my shit and ask him "Do you have to chew so loud right in my ear?" somebody will be going home that night.
Asking do you have to chew so loud = no sexy time. Need I say more?
Then there is the whole memory issue.
Men who are co-habitating with a woman on a daily basis would KNOW after 4 years that she has a better memory. Take for instance this recent conversation when he called me on his lunch break.
Yes I know it's incredibly sweet that he takes 5 minutes to call me on his 20 minute lunch, but he is still wrong.
Boyfriend: It happened eight years ago.
Me: No, it was just four years ago.
Boyfriend: Oh, it was was it (in THAT tone)
Me: It was right after Gary died.
Boyfriend: Yeah, eight years ago.
Seriously folks. I renewed my mortgage for a five year term right after we started dating. It isn't due until 2014, and Gary died after we started dating but before I renewed my mortgage.
Me: We'll talk about it when you get home. Try to have a good night.
Who do you think is right?
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