I find it funny that a thread made for men was filled with nothing but women voicing their opinions about living with their boyfriends and how good it turned out. I wonder how different the stories would be if your boyfriends gave their opinions, ladies.
Anyways-
The living together thing is coming along fine. I had to handle my business. I moreless got gangsta and laid the law down on how things are going to be. I kind of had a feeling she was trying to establish some sort of leverage or semi-dominace by redecorating and I had to let her know who the boss is. Come to find out her mother was the one who told her to do something like that.
*ever notice how its always the would-be mother in laws that make everything a pain in the ass?*
I gave her 3 rooms to have out of the 7. Its a 2 bedroom/2 bathroom condo. The office was already staying and we both decided on that, so we each had 3 rooms to do what we wanted. Since I own everything I had first pick. I chose the living room, one of the bathrooms and the kitchen (because I do all the cooking). She got the bedroom, the dining room and a bathroom. To make her feel better I also gave her the utility room. We have 2 walk-in closets and one of them had our stuff in it and the other was like a storage thing. This week I cleaned it all out and gave away a lot of stuff to poor people to make room for her clothes and shoes. So I solved the closet issue. We already did the pet peeve thing before she moved in, I saw that one coming long before ZTAngel and Mr. ZTAngel ever thought about doing it.
As far as my couches go, I found out the reason why she didnt really like them. I didnt know it but there were nut stains all over it from where people have screwed over the past few years. I never saw them until she pointed them out and even then you have to look real hard. She didnt say it outright, but I know she was thinking they came from me taggin my ex-fiance's ass. And in all likelihood thats where they probably came from. We used to watch porn together on the 64inch when we were drunk. I told her they were from my old roomates, Brad, Travis, Billy & Tony fucking dirty bitches late night or from my english bulldog, Beavis, when his little pink thing comes out. After that I quickly changed the subject.
Its not that bad having her living with me. She does all the cleaning, cleaning that I couldnt keep up with if my life depended on it. She thinks I was spoiled growing up because my mother always had an aunt jamama that did the cleaning for us. But it evens out. I do the cooking because she can't cook for shit unless its cookies, muffins or a cake. I let her try to cook last night and she gave me raw broccoli, water chestnuts and sliced carrot with unseasoned chicken she cooked on a george foreman grill
I had to drown everything in soy sauce just to be able to eat it, but I still ate it. I think the only thing that gets on my nerves is the fact that she likes to fuck entirely waaaay too much. Its when I wake up in the morning, when I come home from work, after dinner and before I go to bed. Sometimes I feel like I don't even have both legs in the door before she's already trying to take my damn clothes off. I'm like fuck man, let me get both my legs in the door or get a glass of wine down me first. Seriously, whatever happened to just giving a man a blowjob and letting him passout? 2 nights ago I asked her if she was about to start her period and she said yea, in a couple days. So later on I was laying on the couch and she walked by and bent down to kiss me (which aggrevates me because she kisses me like every 5 minutes). Instead, I grabbed her by the waist and put my head between her legs and sniffed real big. I pulled back and said Ewwwww!!! She got mad and stormed off. She was pissed for about 30 minutes and then was back to normal. Later on that night she wanted to fuck and I told her I don't put the dank in the stank. She got mad and rolled over. I told her not to be mad because all chicks have a distinct smell right before they start ragging and that I don't like fucking when pussy smells like pre-period vagina. She sighed, gave me a kiss, told me she loved me and rolled over to go to sleep. But other than her always wanting more sex than I.....everything is fine.
As for those of you who think its a "wuss" thing to live together instead of getting married first....thats probbably why you ladies are the single ones still living with your parents after college. Its called being smart. Its called not putting yourself in a situation to where you'll end up getting a divorce. First you have to be friends with a person of the opposite sex, then you have to be really good friends, then you see if the two of you can still be those really good friends while dating, and then you see if you two can remain that way while living together. If you can do that you'll have a great marriage. At least thats what the old people I know who have been married for 40+ years say to me. Said.