…You’ve finally moved in together. Or so they say. For me, moving in was certainly a milestone. I’ve lived with a boyfriend before, and it ended disastrously–he’s in China now, which is perfect because he couldn’t be any farther away. When Iowa and I first began dating, I was adamantly opposed to any shared living. Sure, we’d sleep over, but I liked the comfort of having the ability to “return to our corners” if things blew up.
But they never did blow up. Instead, they just kept getting more super-fabulous. Ha. Meanwhile, my brother has gotten engaged, and the wedding invitations are piling up. The pressure is on. Or something. But I’m not feeling it. Someone (who clearly didn’t know me very well) asked if I was freaking out about not being engaged yet. When I said no, she replied, “Well, how do you know it’s really serious?”
Hmm, let me think:
- Iowa eats everything I cook for him and thanks me–even if it tastes like ass.
- He also fastidiously cleans up his whiskers after shaving, since he knows my pet peeve is when he leaves them lying about.
- He endured slogging through mud, standing in the rain, and getting eaten alive by mosquitoes so we could take my geriatric dog to the dog beach. He doesn’t like dogs.
- Oh, and my gay friend queened out during all of the above nightmare dog beach trip. Iowa endured all with patience and (more importantly) sarcastic one-liners.
- He went to my brother’s surprise engagement party for his fiancee. Then watched the proposal video over and over again with my family the next day–sober.
- He’s looking into adding me to his medical insurance at work, since you no longer have to be married to do that.
- He wants to be my business partner. (Scary, but I think it will work!)
- He took me with him to buy a new mattress.
And most importantly….
- Iowa is taking down his “Fight Club” poster so that I can have a dry erase board in the office.
Yup, that’s right. I’m more important than Brad Pitt looking all hard core. Who needs a ring when you’re more important to a man than his “Fight Club” picture?
So how did you know when it was “serious”?
