On the phone tonight:
"Enjoy your night alone," I said.
"Thanks a lot."
"No, really. I meant enjoy having time to yourself."
"You like being alone, don't you?"
"Sure, but I don't know any different. I've never lived with a guy before. Only my brother, but he doesn't count."
It's true. I love living alone. Making my own messes, leaving things out, kicking off my shoes at the door and not caring whether there is a pile of clothes on the floor. The messes are my own, the space is my own and the remote is all mine.
How do people compromise when they move in together? Do they say you choose one thing for the living room and I will choose one thing for the bedroom? Who knows? I don't want anything to do with it. :o) Give me my messes...I won't compromise on that.
This post turned out to me much more boring than I meant it. :) Oh, well.
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