I’m too lazy to follow this meme to it’s origins, so I’m just going to thank Slackermama since I saw it on her site first. I thought this would be a good one for me since (a) My husband and I celebrated the 8-year anniversary of our birth as a couple on Saturday and (b) I won’t be able to post until late tomorrow because I’m heading 80 miles West to retrieve some of LilZ’s old baby things that I put in storage about 10 years ago.
The Meme of Us
Note from 2020: Memes are just ubiquitous trends and back in 2008 they were questionnaires like this one but now in 2020 they are silly photos.
How long have you been together? Um. I feel like I’ve answered this already. We celebrated our first night as an official “couple” on February 16th, 2000. However, I had been drooling over my husband’s
body mind for several months prior. It took a mutual friend telling me that MrZ thought I was “hot” before I was brave enough to commence flirting.
How long did you date? 2 weeks before he said, “One day, I hope you’ll be my wife.” 3 years before I actually became his wife.
How old is he? He just turned 30 in December. I’m the oldest.
Who eats more? When I’m not pregnant, he does. Currently however, I probably have him doubled.
Who said, “I love you” first? He did, but I felt it too and responded back with the same. I was sketchy to make the first big steps about “love” since I was a single Mom and a little unsure if my feelings would be reciprocated.
Who is taller? He is.
Who does the laundry? Me. Me. Me. I can’t even get the man to put his clothes up after they are clean. He used to do all of his own laundry until I thought it would be sweet to do it for him when we were dating. BIG MISTAKE.
Who does the dishes? We probably split it evenly during the course of a week, but he tends to do the dishes after dinner if I cook. Update from 2020: 90% me now.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? He sleeps on the right side if you mean his right while he’s on his back. I sleep on the left. It puts me closer to the bathroom.
Who pays the bills? Me. He doesn’t like to write checks. Update from 2020: I did a shit job at managing our finances so he took over 100% in like 2017? Maybe?
Who mows the lawn? I have done this before, but it is more his chore since the majority of time we’ve been in this house I’ve been pregnant and instructed to refrain from such things. Update from 2020: We go in cycles. For a few years I did it solo. Then he would. Then I would. Now he’s doing it because he’s working on our whole yard rennovation.
Who cooks dinner? Me.
Who is more stubborn? We are equally as stubborn but just in different ways. He is too stubborn to admit he’s wrong and must always attribute blame on someone else to prove he is not wrong. He also does not like to compromise. However, I’m stubborn in every other way in the world. So – it’s pretty equal.
Who kissed who first? I lunged towards him for the first big kiss. It was after we split a 6-pack of Dos Equis and were finished studying for a test we had the next day over the book Fried Green Tomatoes (In a Geography of the South class we took). I mean – Mexican beer and Southern culture novels – doesn’t that put you in the mood?
Who asked who out? Eh. We didn’t really start dating in the normal way. I’m guessing that I was the one who invited him to join some friends for beer and bean dip after work one night. So I guess that’s me.
Who proposed? Him. 2 weeks after we started dating he said he hoped I’d be his wife one day. I thought he was insane. I was a single Mom and he was a young stud – why did he want me to be his wife? Then – 3 years later he proposed officially with a ring and a note asking me to mark the answer “YES” or “NO” to the proposal. Awesome.
Who is more sensitive? Me. I get my feelings hurt very easily. I also read into every action the man takes and turn it into some sort of insult. I’m awesome like that.
Who has more friends? Do you all count? If my blog-friends count – then definitely me. But – if we’re counting real-world friend? Definitely him. I don’t get out much. I probably one have one or two non-relative females that I talk to more than once a week. I have a handful more I talk to once a month. MrZ has a bunch of friends from work and even keeps in touch with people from high school. He’s more comfortable socially than I am. Probably because he’s hot. The hot guys always have it easy. I’m just the geeky girl in the corner who started smoking so that she didn’t have to talk to anyone at parties. Update from 2020: I definitely socialize more and nurture more friendships now. But it’s an effort. He’s more of a homebody now.