Eat in front of the television.
My dining room table became just another surface to pile crap on and when I took it down and put it away to have room for a Christmas tree one year, I decided that I liked the open space in my dining room and never put it back together again.
Where to begin. I’ve lived with family or roommates all my life until half a year ago.
Listening to loud music (my apartment is insulated, so you can barely hear it outside the apartment, I’ve tried. But I like it loud inside)
Walking around naked
Jerking off in the 2nd bedroom (this is a no-no when you have a roommate apparently)
I’m an early riser so if I lived alone, I’d start my housework at three am instead of having to wait for sleepy heads to get out of bed. I’d go to work earlier too.
I’d eat cereal for dinner.
Wow. Well, yeah, OK then. That wasn’t what I expected.
Breaks for lunch and dinner and the bathroom aside, playing a computer game ALL day. I usually do this a couple times a month.
I also *hate *folding and putting away laundry, so I don’t do it. It sits in the basket after it gets out of the dryer until I wear it.
That reminds me of something. I like to watch TV when hanging up my laundry, so instead of putting it in the bedroom closet (I don’t have a TV in the bedroom) I put it on the coat closet while watching the TV in the living room. All my work shirts and leisure shirts are in the coat closet, something I couldn’t do if I had a roommate.
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The hardest thing to get used to was my husband’s idea of personal space and alone time. As in, he needed no alone time, so he constantly followed me around the condo. In his head, he was helping me by keeping me company. In mine, I was in another room for a purpose - to be alone. Having someone constantly try to keep me company made me nuts. I had never been in a situation where I actually had to tell someone to keep away from me, so we had a few fights before I finally got better at asking nicely for some space before I got to my breaking point.
Wow, this is me and my BF! We are mature adults and I thought I could get up for something without him following me or read a magazine when he’s in the room, but he interrupts my reading constantly.
Think I’m with ThelmaLou on this one and am better off staying single. Maybe I can convince him to just live next door? 
As for the odd things I do living alone…eat peanut butter on apples for dinner. Leave clothing in baskets for days after pulling them out of dryer. Clutter up the kitchen table with all sorts of junk because I never use it. Eat most meals in front of the TV. Leave books and magazines all over the place. It’s a wonderful life!
Most of my closets are filled with my costumes. I cannot wear most of them anymore (wheelchair) but I do not have the will to give them away yet.
I’m a little bit lax about putting things away. Otherwise, especially the cigar smoking.
Dryer is my dresser. Bonus: I recently bout one of those bounce dryer bars. I’ve found that I can leave clothes in there for a week, pull them out and they still smell april fresh.
Getting hammered in the morning in my PJs watching Star Trek marathons. Then sometime in the afternoon passing out in a drunken stupor on the couch. (God I love that. Haven’t done that one in a while.)
I have lived alone since I was 17. I had roommates for several years during my army years, but for the most part, I’ve lived on my own. Usually when “living with” an SO, I held my own place while we comprimised on alternate weekends. Comes in handy to have your own “man cave” to go to, especially when a fight is going on for several days.
Some of the best points:
Clothing optional at all times.
Scratching at will.
Bodily functions. Coming out of either end at will. Nuff said.
Nobody else’s mess to clean. And nobody to bitch about my messes.
Stuff stays WHERE I LEFT IT. Nobody has to “clean up” after me. I left it there for a reason, dammit.
I get to be a slob when I want. Or, more to the point, a neat freak when I want without imposing my rules upon anybody else.
The TV remote is mine. All mine. Mine mine mine.
Naps on my schedule. Which means anytime, anywhere. Especially on the couch. Because I’m still watching that game, even though I’m napping.
Ditto with music. I can listen to Iron Maiden at 3 AM if I want.
THE BEST PART: None of that inane “what are you thinking about?” conversation.
Not wearing underwear. Wearing whatever holey old clothes I want. Eating and using the bathroom when I need to (not at the same time). Doing what I want or need to do without negotiation or permission.
I’m twice divorced and will probably stay that way. Most people are just too much hassle for me to handle.
Upside - all of the above.
Downside - occasional lonliness, feeling a bit guilty about not fixing stuff because there’s no one around to nag me into doing it.
I’m 57 now and can’t imagine moving in with someone else again. Looking back over the last 30 years which included one marriage and one long term live in relationship, the happiest time for me was the years between the two when it was just me and my dog.
Guess I’m a natural batchelor.
The farting in bed is the winner!
If I were in her position what would be annoying me is not that I think it’s deliberate, just that you don’t give enough of a damn about it to remember. Sometimes you forget, but you forget a lot less if it matters to you.
I can’t wait to live alone. I’ve been sharing with a flatmate for three years and now I’m positively salivating at the idea of being able to leave food around safe in the knowledge that it will still be there when I want it, my saucepans only being dirty if I leave them like that, wandering around in various states of undress… it will be heaven.
I swear, upon first reading, that I thought Wesley was hanging up his leisure suits.
mmm
And everybody knows you don’t have to, 'cause that fabric won’t crease even if you run over it with a truck. However, it will melt.
I remember the summer of 1977 when I almost melted while wearing a leisure suit.
Can she put a post-it on the mirror reminding you to flush? Or man eye level above the toilet so you see it at the crucial moment?
As far as myself, I liked living alone. Mostly because I could stay in my pajamas all day on a weekend, read all day or eat crazy stuff for dinner, like crackers and cheese.
We actually used to live across the street from each other before we got married. 
I wasn’t 100% sure I was ready to move in with him, and he wasn’t sure he wanted a cat living in the condo. But my lease was up and my roommate was moving in with her boyfriend. I found a great apartment across the way, so I moved in there. It was really nice having somewhere to go where it was quiet.
It took me about six weeks after I moved from that apartment to the condo to learn to tell him calmly when I needed space. Now, with two kids and the husband, I have to get my space by walking or running every night when the kids are in bed. The house sometimes feels a little confining, even after the kids are sleeping - TV’s on if the kids are sleeping or someone’s always talking. It’s hard to finish a thought. The visual and aural chaos sometimes make me nuts so I have to get away for 45 minutes to stay sane.