Thank you. You’ve reminded me of possibly the funniest web page I’ve ever read. I give you: Things My Girlfirend and I Have Argued About
It may not be funny at first, but keep reading. If Mil hasn’t spilled gravy on the table yet keep going.
I laugh myself to tears every time I read it.
Grunge is the biggie I think, but it can hit in unexpected ways. I can withstand any amount of clutter, but everything has to be very clean. Celtling’s Dad (CD) would eat a steak after lifting it from a puddle of dog vomit, but if I left the toaster out on the counter the kitchen was “an unbearable mess.” He had absolutely no concept of germs and how they spread.
Witness the three week battle of me trying to get him to wear socks and keep the cream on his feet while battling athlete’s foot. The Celtling was learning to crawl on that floor for crissakes! He felt that the germs would stick to his feet because “that was their habitat” and besides “the envirnoment would do them in pretty quick anyway.” In his universe, “apply cream morning and evening for ten days” actually means “apply cream anytime TC screams about it.”
Also, you have to avoid false dichotomies. There is no reason at all why you can’t have two tubes of toothpaste. This principle applies in most cases, though you may not realize it. You are also probably not the only couple whose had this problem, and someone out there has merchandised a solution. http://www.amazon.com/Toilet-Holder-Magazine-Bronze-InterDesign/dp/B000W4E5TG/ref=pd_sim_dbs_k_3
Where the coffee mugs are stored. I think it is perfectly obvious that the coffee, filters, mugs, etc. belong in the cabinet directly above the coffee maker. CD felt that all drinking apparatus needed to be in the same cabinet, and the water glasses had to be by the sink. Strangely though, he refused to put them there when emptying the dishwasher, preferring instead to load dishes randomly into the cabinet nearest the dishwasher, then move to the next closest one. this resulted in a two-hour search everytime I needed a particular pot or casserole.
Another really major one is sleeping temperature. He grew up in an old uninsulated house on the top of a mountain, in New Jersey. They didn’t heat the upper floor. :eek: CD enjoyed breaking up the thin ice in the toilet when he peed each morning.
He refused to consider that this may have been a poverty-driven decision, and stuck by his parent’s rationalization that flu viruses etc. couldn’t survive the cold so it was healthier. Fortunately the pediatrician broke that particular wall down for me.
Also, when you move in together it probably won’t be on the same day. MOVE YOUR STUFF IN FIRST! He took up every closet in the place, then when it came time to compromise on space, mine was the stuff we were bumping our shins on while his rusted out cub scout camping gear took up the entire closet in the den.
But seriously, just don’t fall in love with an @$$ and you’ll be fine. 