On living together

On my lunch break, I went to H&M in search of underwear and silver ball earrings. I successfully found one bra, 4 pairs of underwear to match it (this is a very good underwear buying strategy, by the way) and then I saw it - a pink dress with black polka dots. I snatched up the dress and bought it, because the boyfriend is taking me out to dinner in celebration of a clean bedroom, and dammit, this girl needs a new dress for the occasion.

When a couple begins living together, they are faced with two sets of problems. 1) Relationship problems and 2) Roommate problems. If both parties are not careful, the latter will turn into the former and before you know it, you're breaking up over a plastic cup that's been in the sink for three days. For the boyfriend and I, it was the bedroom.

I have a clothes pile. He has a clothes pile. He keeps throwing the stuff that belongs in his pile in my pile. There are piles of change next to the piggy bank. There are button down shirts hanging on my closet door and they fall off every time I open it. There are no less than four empty glasses on the dresser beside the bed. I explode one day, talking about respect for sharing space, blah blah. He snarks back about not having space, blah blah.

The solution? I clean the bedroom when need be and once a month I get dressed up for a fabulous night out and leave my wallet at home. The results have been astounding.