Jun 09, 2009 00:11
I'm moving in with my BOYFRIEND. In two days! How the hell did that happen?! I wish he had formally asked me like it was a big deal, like I see on TV. Like... "Andrea... I've been thinking. We've been seeing each other for a while, now... and. Well. I thought maybe we should take our relationship to the next level. I was wondering if you... wanted to... I dunno... move in with me?"
And then I'd go, "Oh, Michael! This is so unexpected... I just. I dunno what to SAY. Do you think we're READY!?"
And he'd say, "Well we spend a lot of time together... we're both mature, we're committed to each other. I think we can handle it. We're both adults, after all."
It would be a much better story to tell my friends. Boo. The truth is I don't even remember how or when he asked me. I don't even think he asked... I think it was just a suggestion, about six months ago. It was very informal, I know it was over the phone, and I secretly think it's kind of bogus. Super lame. I wasn't even SURPRISED it was so well disguised in the conversation. He was very sneaky about it... It wasn't until after I hung up that I was like "did my boyfriend just ask me to live with him?"
What a jerk.
Well I'm excited and nervous, anxious and happy. Hopefully we don't break up two weeks later and hopefully the whole thing doesn't blow up in my face. Hmm... that would be awkward.