The following post was originally published on my former blog, Hang On, Honey, in March 2013, a few months after moving in with my then-fiancé, Hunter. The post is integral to a story I’ll be sharing with you on Monday, but due to technical difficulties (aka I apparently broke the internet), HOH is currently out of commission and can’t be linked to. I know, I know, do better, Beth. For the sake of a good story, however, here’s a refresher. Be on the lookout for an update to this post next week!
Hunter and I have lived together since the New Year. It has been both wonderful and stressful at a same time, as two creatures of habit learn to live with each other’s quirks.
Actually, “quirks” is a gentle word.
Over the past three months I’ve learned that living with a dude is just weird. My best friend, who also recently moved in with her man, put it well:
5 Things I’ve Learned from Living with a Man-Child
1 | BOYS HAVE SO MANY SOCKS
Hunter informed me that this is a result of his bachelor days when he wouldn’t get around to doing laundry for weeks and weeks and weeks. (Ew.) So now he has an entire drawer of socks he doesn’t end up wearing, but can’t bear to part with. I’ve gotten good at chucking a few pairs into the dumpster every few laundry days. Shhh, he’ll never know.
1A | Boys create an obscene amount of laundry.
Once I asked Hunter if he ever just rewore a hardly worn shirt or pair of pants. His reply? “You don’t want that, I’ve got some serious man smells.” Noted.
2 | They can play video games all. day. long.
On days that H has off I’ll come home in the afternoon from work or class and we catch up on our days. I’ll ask what he did that day (hope he says laundry or dishes or the yard or vacuuming or finally hanging the curtains that have literally been nailed to the wall for the last three weeks).
Hunter: I beat the super boss!
Hunter: Oh… and I got this sweet lightning ax!
3 | Men don’t get decorating.
Hunter: So I accidentally walked into this store where there were just a bunch of things… on shelves. And you buy their things off their shelves to put on your shelves. What?
That store was Pier 1.
After much bargaining (I won by geting rid of the home-made plywood “coffee table,” the 30 year old recliner, and vetoed hanging the bullwhip, sword, and boomerangs on the wall… yeah), the depressing deer mounts managed to make it onto our living room wall.
They stare at me. No matter where I am in the house.
4 | They’re usually in some form of total undress.
Yesterday I came home and he was wearing boxers and the polo he wore to work! This was a great improvement. He’s learning!
5 | “Clean” has many, many, meanings.
I was out of town for about 5 days wedding planning in Houston. About 4 days in he mentioned his mom made a surprise trip to Austin and they were having somuchfun.
Beth: THE HOUSE IS A WRECK!!! DID YOU CLEAN BEFORE MY FUTURE MOTHER IN LAW CAME TO OUR HOUSE FOR THE FIRST TIME???
Hunter: Yeah, yeah, don’t worry babe, it’s clean.
I’ll let you guess how that one really turned out.
Anyone else live with a man-child? What sort of quirks does your guy have? Please tell me I’m not the only one with dead animals hanging in their living rooms…