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A Prelude…

HE SAYS

One of the side effects of getting married is that we need to live together.

It might not seem like much but I have access to very reliable empirical research that living together tears apart more marriages than, I swear this is true, asteroids crashing into Earth – and with more devastating consequences.

It seems fallacious to dive headlong into a marriage without first finding out what it is like to live with each other.

So, we decided to isolate ourselves from our friends and family.

We ran away for 2 weeks to a place where nobody knows us;
where it is so isolated that we could not understand anything the natives are saying;
where we would have to face each other 24 hours a day and wake up every morning sharing (horrors) the same tube of toothpaste;

We needed to spend quality time discussing important marriage questions such as the merits and demerits of a tube wedding gown. Verdict: Not a very good idea, especially *snort* if the bride slims down tremendously. Problems might arise when she lifts both hands to throw the bouquet.

Sidenote: Why do you need to use both hands to throw a bouquet anyway??? It’s not exactly a bouquet of plowers, is it?

Lily Tube Wedding Dress, How I Met your mother, Robyn

We also needed space to find ourselves as a couple, defining boundaries when it comes to staying together. An advice to all other professional guys out there: Leaving the television and lights on during unnecessary situations such as “when you leave the room”, “when you fall asleep at night” or “when you need to find your glasses in the middle of the night” could potentially bankrupt the hotel as your cut throat hotel fees are not able to cover the electricity bills at the end of the month. Apparently, if all travelers are as wasteful on the electrical usage as we are, we could even bankrupt a small country like say… Germany.

On this note, apparently, we COULD understand a lot of what the natives were saying.

and we all live happily ever after…

I’ve been duly warned that one of the things I’m going to have to mentally prepare myself for is the big step of Living Together. Apparently it’s not just moving in and settling into a mutually comfortable lifestyle. I’m aware of that of course. I know we’re not going to just hop into a place and immediately cheerfully accept each other’s weird living habits. And I know that as we gradually discover intolerable habits we’ll call each new revelation an “endearing quirk” with a dreamy smile but that it will quickly become “endearing quirk” with clenched teeth. And after that it’ll just be called, I don’t know, terms that are inappropriate to be published here.

I’m sure every couple goes through this though. My parents used to walk through the house flipping the lights on and off a million times a day because my mom likes it brightly lit everywhere, and my dad would rather save electricity. They drove each other nuts fighting over the lights. And don’t even get me started on the number of people who’ve complained that their partner does/does not squeeze the toothpaste from the end of the tube. I’m actually anticipating what our differences will be, though I’m very sure his will be a lot more unacceptable than mine. Over the years we’ve already stumbled on a few, but because we haven’t actually lived together we haven’t yet had a chance to exploit the full potential of using these pet peeves to annoy each other.

For example, I know he hates it when I leave a room without closing the door (it’s a metaphorical thing you see, I like to keep all my doors open). I discovered this one day when I walked out and left the door ajar, and he went into a mini-tirade about the aircon escaping and respecting his privacy and why couldn’t I just close the door properly. My point was, I was going to be back in like 2 seconds (give or take 20 minutes) so I really didn’t see what the big deal was. Ever since then I’ve been using this info for my personal amusement. I cannot describe to you how entertaining it is to see him happily surfing the net in his cosy little world of closed doors, and all I have to do is leave the room without closing the door and I can literally see his veins pop.

On the other hand, I get miffed with other more substantial issues, such as the way he goes completely oblivious to the universe when he’s gaming. In all fairness I suppose this can’t be helped, guys are just built that way. But I am not kidding when I say I could probably rearrange all the furniture in his room while he plays, and he wouldn’t notice a thing. I have attempted to conduct meaningful conversations while he was gaming – not the cleverest idea I’ve ever had. Typically I’d be lucky to even have my existence acknowledged. As a result, I throw “you-never-pay-attention-to-me” fits, and this always bewilders him, because he has no recollection whatsoever that I ever tried to speak to him. I have good reason to suspect his high scores might be a more treasured possession of his than, say, me. Once, I accidentally wiped out his high score at some silly PSP game and the whole world came to an end.

It’s gonna be SO fun finding new things to drive each other nuts with.