I stole this one from Pocklock and she stole it from someone else who stole it from someone else. Judging from this particular meme’s sordid history of thievery, I don’t feel too bad about swiping it. I could have just posted this tomorrow but it’s appropriately themed for Valentine’s Day and since I’m schmoopy like that, who am I to miss an opportunity? I’m sure there will be plenty of posting opportunities tomorrow. I hope. Anyhow, here it goes:
How long have you been together? We met in September of 1996 and started dating on October 2nd of that year. We were married in August of 1998. Wow. That’s a LONG time, huh?
How long did you date? Do the math from the first question. :) We were pretty much engaged a couple months after we started going out but officially we dated for just shy of 2 years. Still, we were inseparable from day 1.
How old is he? REAL old. ;) He’s 37, will be 38 in June.
Who eats more? He eats more food than I do, I eat more dessert (at least now) than he does. He’s also more likely to lay into a bag of chips and finish it off than I am.
Who said ‘i love you’ first? He assures me that he did. Is it sad that I don’t really remember. I *think* it happened over the phone during our first separation (we were in college and both had gone home for Christmas break which is about six weeks long). We talked on the phone EVERY day. It was agony.
Who is taller? He is.
Who is smarter? I would definitely have to say him. He took calculus, for the love of God. I can barely SPELL “calculus”.
Who does the laundry? It’s not a clearly defined task in this house. Harry does his own laundry a lot of the time and Kile has been known to get a load or two going. But I would say that I do the majority of it. Which reminds me, I should probably get a load in tomorrow.
Who does the dishes? He does. We recently switched “jobs” and I took over trash duties. Of course, it’s been difficult for me to do even that lately so perhaps I should start doing the dishes some more. Especially since they’re piling up out there.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? I’m assuming this is from the perspective at the foot of the bed? If so, then I do. It’s the side closest the door, but that’s not why it’s mine. I chose that side years ago and we are sticklers for tradition.
Who pays the bills? He does. It works a LOT better that way. A LOT.
Who mows the lawn? This is another task I took over. I did most of the mowing last year. I imagine he’ll at least start off the mowing duties this spring for me.
Who cooks dinner? Definitely him. He’s the better cook and he’s got a lot more patience for it. He has some really great recipes in his repertoire. I’m always VERY appreciative of his efforts and let him know it.
Who is more stubborn? God, it’s a toss up. Kile is the sort to be really quietly stubborn. He won’t argue openly but he’ll just go ahead and do it the way he wants. Drives me nuts sometimes. But I’ve been known to dig in my heels on certain things too. Luckily, we’re mostly stubborn about the same things or we might have a problem.
Who kissed who first? It was a pretty mutual action but I’m sure he made the first move as I’m a rather shy person that way. I do remember it was on the night of our “first date” (see below) in the foyer of my dorm apartment at some ungodly hour after we were up late talking, talking, talking. For the record, I love Pocklock’s story. It curled my toes.
Who asked who out? Yeah, this was me. I’m not long on patience (no, REALLY??) and he had asked for my number on Monday and by Wednesday I had heard NOTHING from him. The nerve! Ha! So Wednesday afternoon I invited him to join me and a friend to go see a movie at the cheapo theater. It was Disney’s “The Hunchback of Notre Dame”. After, a bunch of mutual friends and us got together and made spaghetti and watched “The Three Musketeers” on video. Then we went to his room to study but ended up talking and telling each other our life stories.
Who proposed? This is a tricky question. After our interminable Christmas break away from each other, it was pretty much mutually agreed up on that we had to be together forever and that was that. We spent the spring semester at school that year pretty much “engaged” though there was no ring or anything. Shoot, I even had a wedding dress and a church reserved by that June! However, he made it “official” when I visited him for the 4th of July by presenting me with a ring during the fireworks show at a local park. Our wedding took place the following summer.
Who is more sensitive? Again, this is a toss up. It depends on what the subject is and who is pregnant at the time. I’m not a terribly sensitive person and neither is he.
Who has more friends? Me, probably. Though it’s not like I have a bevy of them or anything. We both generally stick to ourselves and it’s just lucky that we’re each other’s best friend.
Thanks, Pocklock, for the nifty idea! Ahh, love!
(oh, and in case anyone was wondering, I did get more chocolate like I mentioned wanting in my last entry. Liam got me a Reese’s chocolate heart, Harry got me a box full of chocolates and Kile got me a bag full of Hershey’s with Almonds. Amen!)
