I’d like to stake out the territory on the far end of the spectrum.
Virtually all of it.
Mrs. Devil and I work out of our house, often closely together on projects (we do editing and design, two services that complement each other). So a typical day begins together with coffee/breakfast, then heads to the office, eventually making its way down to cook together, and finally to wind down the evening together. 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Together. It’s bliss.
We have an active social life, but generally prefer to do things together, and most of our friends are couples. We’ve been drumming together for several years now, and hit at least one circle a month. There are the odd times when we do something vaguely gender-specific without each other, but those are by far the anomaly. Mundane shopping chores (e.g., food) suck, so we generally do those types of things together to make it more fun and to make the time pass more quickly. Again, there are times when we do chores on own, but those are in the minority and typically when there are work or other pressures involved.
We’re not a moopie-poopie-boopie-surgary couple, we just get along very well—the clichéd ‘best friends’. And of course we do go to the bathroom alone, do our cardio alone (though we do lift heavy objects together three times a week), and she’ll spend a few hours here and there on her nails or whatnot or I’ll spend some time shooting zombies and the like, but we’re generally in the same house—so between waves we’ll pass by each other for a few minutes of chatting. And though we often work on the same project, hours of the day can go by with both of us immersed in our own part of it. Still in the same room, but in our own little workaday world.
Oh, of course we do get all riled up at each other from time to time (particularly when we were quitting smoking), but again those are the rare times.
Funny thing is, when we met we were both looking for a casual relationship—on match.com of all places. On our first date we ended up talking on the couch for seventeen hours straight, and it’s never stopped. That was seven years ago. We now have a one-year-old son.
Man, life is good (and it just keeps getting better).