About Your S.O.

I saw this over at Dooce and couldn’t resist filling it out myself.

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What are your middle names?

Mine is Marie. His is Alan.

How long have you been together?

Almost 6 months.

How long did you know each other before you started dating?

We talked online for about a week and a half before we met, and 2 days after that before it was “official”.

Who asked whom out?

He asked me out. Being asked to be someone’s girlfriend was a first for me.

How old are each of you?

I’m 26. He’s 28.

Whose siblings do you see the most?

His. Seeing how Dust lives with us and all, it’s pretty hard not to see him on a daily basis.

Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?

Definitely him having to be a parent for his brother and me getting used to having to parent a teenager. Bill got him past 10 years old, so past the age where you really have a hand in molding behaviors and expectations. Not to mention it’s hard going from no kid, to having a teenager. We’re both lost on punishment, expectations, things of that nature.

Did you go to the same school?

Nope.

Are you from the same home town?

Nope. I’m from Akron. He’s from all over. Texas, Florida, and Ohio.

Who is smarter?

He is. I know he will debate this with me, but his wit never ceases to amaze me.

Who is the most sensitive?

We both are surprisingly. However, he is very much the logical thinker in the situation, where as I am the hyperventilating nutcase in the corner.

Where do you eat out most as a couple?

Chipotle. I think we could both live on Chipotle.

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?

We drove to Key West and back in the same car the whole way. We didn’t even come close to killing each other, just everyone else around us.

Who has the craziest exes?

While he does have one super crazy “Super Indie Vegetarian” ex, who had a closet chicken McNugget habit, I am quite sure I have the craziest ex’s. Something about lying to everyone and telling them I know we’re broken up, having your best friend drive to Ohio with a moving truck from Louisiana, packing up and leaving me 3 days before my Dad dies, and knowing this fact screams crazy douchebag to me.

Who has the worst temper?

Me. He takes a long time to anger, and then he stews. Where as I fly off the handle easily, and hold some mean grudges.

Who does the cooking?

We both do. Most of the time we cook together.

Who is the neat-freak?

Neither of us *cough*. Not that we’re freakish slobs or anything, but neither of us see’s anything wrong with some dirty clothes on the bedroom floor, or a pile of paper on our desks.

Who is more stubborn?

Me, I think. Although, somehow he can always break me to his way.

Who hogs the bed?

We both do. We end up sleeping all over each other, despite having a queen size bed. Not that I mind!

Who wakes up earlier?

He does. Then he has the un-enviable task of waking me, the living dead.

Where was your first date?

His apartment. We met in downtown Akron, caught the bus to his apartment and cooked a wonderful steak dinner together.

Who is more jealous?

I don’t think either of us is anymore. We’ve both been cheated on and/or treated badly by ex’s, however we both realize that neither of us would do that to the other.

How long did it take to get serious?

We were always serious. From the day we met. The first time I laid eyes on him, I just knew this was it.

Who eats more?

We eat about the same amount really.

Who does the laundry?

We both do. Living in an apartment we don’t have laundry hookups so we have to use the laundromat. So we go together. I usually end up sorting things into the washer and he ends up folding a good portion of it.

Who’s better with the computer?

He is, which is amazing and refreshing.

Who drives when you are together?

I do. He doesn’t have his license as he never got the chance to get it. Although that will be changing this spring most likely.

Comments

  1. says

    That’s awesome that you found someone to be with forever. <3 I hope I can find a cool dude one day…when I’m a little older, that is. (I’m only 15…not ready yet.)

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