So as you guys and gals are probably aware, through no fault of my own, I’m homeless.
I’ll admit that some of you may not have known that already. This awesome piece of news didn’t quite make the BBC and none of the major national or international papers picked up the story. I did almost get a few lines in the Hampton local paper but I’m reliably informed by an inside source that a lost pet kept me off of page 9 at the last minute. I did vaguely start a thread on it a while back though so I’m hoping that word got out that way.
Anyway, this forced homelessness has meant that 99% of my worldly possessions are currently in storage at a secure location (okay, in my dad’s workshop but he bought a new padlock especially) and, whilst i’m househunting, I’m currently living with my girlfriend in deepest, darkest Hounslow.
This is actually working out better than we thought it would. We’re both quite different as people and are a pretty unlikely couple: GariGirl is an office-working “frustrated actress” and all round trendy person. She’s a pop-music listening extrovert who panics a lot, wears her heart on her sleeve and holds the singular distinction of being the only girl I know who’s father did actually buy her a pony.
By contrast I’m a computer hugging geek with no dress sense who rates drinking establishments according to how good their beer is rather than how many times they got name-dropped by Celebrities in Heat Magazine. I’m laid back, tend more towards being introverted (At least around strangers) and am very guarded about my feelings. Our interests and tastes vary quite drastically.
Needless to say, we argue a lot 
But, surprisingly, not as much as we thought we would do if we moved in together.
I think its probably because we both know its temporary, so neither party feels the pressure of “commitment” or any of those other big scary relationship words. Whatever the reason, whereas we thought we would have serious big-issue rows and end up hating each other, we’ve actually found that we can reasonably co-exist.
We do argue. Quite a lot in fact. But they tend to be about petty things like whether a girl who owns 40 pairs of shoes can criticise a guy who owns 3 Dreamcasts, or whether a guy who watches Anime can mock a girl’s Disney collection. 9 times out of 10 we agree to amicably disagree.
If there is a genuine “right” or “wrong” answer to the argument (over, for example, whether that building in Vauxhall is the headquarters of MI5 or MI6) then both of us are pretty good at accepting defeat. The inclusion of sexual forfeits for the loser in such situations normally lightens up the occasion considerably too. 
So things are pretty good.
There is one problem though, I have no net access :eek:
For a start my computer is one of those items in storage, but even if I did have it then I wouldn’t be able to get online since Garigirl doesn’t actually have a landline.
“I have a mobile – I don’t need one” she says “besides I don’t believe in them.”
“It’s not a frikkin faith statement.” I reply “I’m asking you to get a phone line not get baptised.”
But its no use. I can’t win. For the moment I just have to make do with net access at work. Which I’m just, just coping with. Weekends are hell though. Last Sunday I spent 45 minutes trying to balance a juggling ball on my nose in an effort to pass the time and forget for a second all the things like email, ebay, SDMB and so on that I’d normally be doing.
Ah well, life goes on I guess, just thought I’d share whats happening with me.
I would like to ask a favour of you all though – can none of you post anything at the weekends please? Because I don’t want to miss it.
G