I would LOVE to sit here and tell my pretty friends and family that I'm perfect, and an even MORE perfect significant other.
But seriously guys, I'm no peach.
I'm not entirely sure how he puts up with me, but he does. If I were in his shoes, these would be my pain points:
I'm messyAsk any of my roommates - I'm not tidy. I mean I'm not dirty/filthy. But I'm....cluttery. I neeed those yoga pants right there on the floor. How will I know where they are if they're put away? And yes I neeed our bathroom counter to be littered with different lotions, 2 different toothpastes, and lip gloss galore. A box of tampons on the bathroom counter? He has never ONCE complained.
That's a real catch, ladies.
I forget to turn off the ovenIn all honesty, this is what inspired this post :-) This is a nasty little habit of mine. I don't know HOW people remember to turn the oven off. The alarm is sounding, the food is hot, the steam gets in your face, the food NEEEEDS to be eaten asap. The last thing I'm thinking of is turning the oven off. Duh.
I'm insecureIf he had a dollar for every time I've called myself fat or insisted he checked out another girl, he'd be rolling in dough. I wish I could say it's because he never calls me pretty or compliments my outfits, but that's quite the opposite. Not only does he tell me how pretty I am and that he thinks I look great (even in the morning with yoga pants and bad breath), he also compliments my mom. "Terry you look great today!" She was astonished.
|At the Astoria column|
Beat it lady, he's mine.
I hate touching paperHate hate hate hate. As much as I hate taking time off work. Very few people really understand this about me. So when someone hands me a receipt and I quickly throw it his way, he gets me. If we fill out paperwork and someone hands me a copy, he'll take it for me.
Bedside Cups/Glasses/TumblersWhen the cupboards go empty and there aren't any cups left, your best guess is to check my night stand. Where cups go to die. I need ice water before bed, and because I was blessed with lazy bones it's easier to bring a new cup upstairs with me each night and accidentally forget to take it downstairs the next morning.
He deals with it. And never has ONCE complained about the missing cups.
In truth, he doesn't complain about anything. Ever. He calls me pretty. Gives me love notes. And makes me laugh.
Boy did I luck out :-)