She doesn’t wear your clothes without asking first. To tell the truth, my alter ego is naked most of the time.
She never drives your car without putting gas in it.
She can participate in all sorts of questionable behavior i.e. thread killing, tit-flashing, nasty outfit wearing, sexual innuendo talking --lots and lots of sexual innuendo talking, etc., without sullying your good name. (well mayby not)
What else?
He can sit infront of a screen on a rainy day and not feel guilty about not getting anything done. He can look at pretty Mermaid tails and not be slapped silly if he gets too close. He can become a Doper and not lose sight of whats real!
She’s normal.
My alter ego is the one that does everything she’s supposed to do, and does it right. She gets the bills paid on time, cooks the children healthy, nutritious meals that they love, keeps the house clean, the gas tank full, and always has room in her schedule for a romantic evening with her husband.
But that lady took one look at my primary ego and said “Riiiiiiiiight. You expect me to work with that? I am SO outta here.”
Nobody messes with her without getting hurt. Nobody messes with her twice.
He can sit in front of the computer for a whole night, every once in a while, and not feel guilty about it at all.
He can say: “Mmmmmm, Boobies!” in public without blushing and wondering whom he has offended or pissed off…
She can say all those things that well up in the back of her mind without fear of repercussions.
Oh, wait. I do that anyway.
He has a very large penis.