Last month marked a year together for my boyfriend and I. After months of badgering him about wanting to be swept off my feet for our anniversary, the boy pulled through with a pretty awesome anniversary date. And to make things better, a minor hostage situation gave me the entire day off. Don’t worry, nobody was hurt or anything, it was less hostage-y, more of a distressed employee. After months of spending every single day with the same person, there are times when him just sneezing makes me want to punch myself in the face. You saw that going somewhere else didn’t you? Well it didn’t, because long term relationships aren’t all about romantic dinners and nights spent snuggling. There are times when I seriously find myself arguing with him and he’s not even home, it’s mostly just me fussing by myself. But hey, I have my reasons. Boyfriends aren’t all bad though, I promise. Finding someone who can put up with my abnormally squeaky voice and tendency to spill when eating has its perks. Sure he doesn’t share my love for reality TV or frozen yogurt, but I have my reasons for not letting him go.

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Anyone with a cat knows the pain of having to carry a 20 pound bucket of kitty litter home. I have literally pulled muscles carrying those tubs of sand up my driveway. Thank the boyfriend gods that guys just love to show off how many heavy things they can carry. I have a bad habit of forgetting to turn off lights, and by forgetting, I mean I saw it but couldn’t be bothered to get out of bed to do it. I live in a tiny studio apartment, which means the light switch is only three steps away. But still, can you get that babe, I totally spaced out and forgot.
If you’re sort of blind like me, a working pair of eyes around the house is more helpful than you can imagine. Having another person to let me know where I set down my glasses, remote or metro card saves me so much time every morning.

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I have white hairs okay?! There I said it! They grow way faster than my normal black hair and can’t even be called gray hairs, they are as white as snow falling. While I’m proud of them most of the time, there are days when I need the help of my boyfriend to yank one that is being a bit of an overachiever. I’m kidding! Sort of. I’m just really terrible at remembering to reload my commuter card so sometimes I need $1.75 to get myself to work. It’s not like we have joint bank accounts or anything, but I know I can count on him to toss me a few coins. Seven quarters to be exact. For the purpose of helping you focus on whatever you need to get done. While my boyfriend does have a strange fascination with my Instagram feed, he is great at “accidentally” sitting on my phone until I finish whatever needs to be completed. While usually I would complain about the channel needing to be changed, when I have a deadline to meet, my boyfriend has full control of the remote. I know I can count on him to put on a show so boring it makes my assignment feel like the most interesting thing I could be doing. Casual, candid moments don’t just capture themselves, you know? Don’t feel bad for him, most of the time my boyfriend insists on taking a photo of something when all I’m trying to do is enjoy the moment. This would be great if his photography skills didn’t mimic one of a 10 year old.

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All of my friends live on the opposite side of the country, which means sometimes I need someone to fill the role of standing by my side as I scream at the top of my lungs. I’m talking about the fact that this summer my boyfriend surprised me with tickets to the Taylor Swift concert. Yeah, it was pretty epic. While he likes Taylor Swift and puts up with me playing the CD all the time, I had no idea he knew as many lyrics as he did. While he didn’t cry at least once, he was a perfectly good substitute for the night. True story, sometimes I forget to eat for so long that I eventually just faint. It’s weird and I don’t know why I do it but it happens. Or I should say, it used to happen. My boyfriend and I like to joke that the reason we ended up together is because he made me fall in love with him by buying me snacks from the vending machine at work, which is partially true. Ever since we first met he’s been showering me with snacks to pack for work and buying me sodas at the bar to help me feel less awkward about not having a drink in my hand. He may just be buying me Cokes and gummy worms, but it’s the small things that count, isn’t it?

Are there any things your boyfriend does for you that you never imagined he would agree to? Let me know in the comments below!

Last month marked a year together for my boyfriend and I. After months of badgering him about wanting to be swept off my feet for our anniversary, the boy pulled through with a pretty awesome anniversary date. And to make things better, a minor hostage situation gave me the entire day off. Don’t worry, nobody was hurt or anything, it was less hostage-y, more of a distressed employee. After months of spending every single day with the same person, there are times when him just sneezing makes me want to punch myself in the face. You saw that going somewhere else didn’t you? Well it didn’t, because long term relationships aren’t all about romantic dinners and nights spent snuggling. There are times when I seriously find myself arguing with him and he’s not even home, it’s mostly just me fussing by myself. But hey, I have my reasons. Boyfriends aren’t all bad though, I promise. Finding someone who can put up with my abnormally squeaky voice and tendency to spill when eating has its perks. Sure he doesn’t share my love for reality TV or frozen yogurt, but I have my reasons for not letting him go.

Related Post: How Date Night Saved My Relationship

Anyone with a cat knows the pain of having to carry a 20 pound bucket of kitty litter home. I have literally pulled muscles carrying those tubs of sand up my driveway. Thank the boyfriend gods that guys just love to show off how many heavy things they can carry. I have a bad habit of forgetting to turn off lights, and by forgetting, I mean I saw it but couldn’t be bothered to get out of bed to do it. I live in a tiny studio apartment, which means the light switch is only three steps away. But still, can you get that babe, I totally spaced out and forgot.
If you’re sort of blind like me, a working pair of eyes around the house is more helpful than you can imagine. Having another person to let me know where I set down my glasses, remote or metro card saves me so much time every morning.

Related Post: How to Spend Less Time Getting Ready in the Morning

I have white hairs okay?! There I said it! They grow way faster than my normal black hair and can’t even be called gray hairs, they are as white as snow falling. While I’m proud of them most of the time, there are days when I need the help of my boyfriend to yank one that is being a bit of an overachiever. I’m kidding! Sort of. I’m just really terrible at remembering to reload my commuter card so sometimes I need $1.75 to get myself to work. It’s not like we have joint bank accounts or anything, but I know I can count on him to toss me a few coins. Seven quarters to be exact. For the purpose of helping you focus on whatever you need to get done. While my boyfriend does have a strange fascination with my Instagram feed, he is great at “accidentally” sitting on my phone until I finish whatever needs to be completed. While usually I would complain about the channel needing to be changed, when I have a deadline to meet, my boyfriend has full control of the remote. I know I can count on him to put on a show so boring it makes my assignment feel like the most interesting thing I could be doing. Casual, candid moments don’t just capture themselves, you know? Don’t feel bad for him, most of the time my boyfriend insists on taking a photo of something when all I’m trying to do is enjoy the moment. This would be great if his photography skills didn’t mimic one of a 10 year old.

Related Post: All the Ways My Boyfriend Uses Instagram Wrong

All of my friends live on the opposite side of the country, which means sometimes I need someone to fill the role of standing by my side as I scream at the top of my lungs. I’m talking about the fact that this summer my boyfriend surprised me with tickets to the Taylor Swift concert. Yeah, it was pretty epic. While he likes Taylor Swift and puts up with me playing the CD all the time, I had no idea he knew as many lyrics as he did. While he didn’t cry at least once, he was a perfectly good substitute for the night. True story, sometimes I forget to eat for so long that I eventually just faint. It’s weird and I don’t know why I do it but it happens. Or I should say, it used to happen. My boyfriend and I like to joke that the reason we ended up together is because he made me fall in love with him by buying me snacks from the vending machine at work, which is partially true. Ever since we first met he’s been showering me with snacks to pack for work and buying me sodas at the bar to help me feel less awkward about not having a drink in my hand. He may just be buying me Cokes and gummy worms, but it’s the small things that count, isn’t it?

Are there any things your boyfriend does for you that you never imagined he would agree to? Let me know in the comments below!

While for some one year might not be a long time, you’re talking to a girl who has a knack for driving boys away. Maybe it’s my bossiness strong leadership skills or my rigidness need for excellence, but my current relationship has been the most stable and long lasting one of them all. I’ve had boyfriends in the past that I’ve dated for longer, but stupidly I accepted the on again/off again lifestyle that you can sometimes get sucked into when you’re young and stupid, I mean in love. My current relationship hasn’t always been easy though, with each of us having to adjust to one another’s very different lifestyle. My idea of a perfect weekend includes a fun night out, home at a reasonable hour, farmers markets and planned activities. My boyfriend is a much more live in the moment kind of guy, especially if the moment includes a drink in his hand. A few months ago I was convinced we weren’t going to make it to the end of the week. I woke up every day wondering if that day was going to be the day we would break up. With fights stemming from simple things like our choice of words or tone, the boy I had fallen in love with was quickly becoming the boy who was driving me insane. And I’m sure I was no peach either. After countless night of screaming at one another late into the night and too many harsh words exchanged, I was tired of fighting and beyond tired of wondering what was going to happen next. With a new job under my belt and my grad classes starting, I saw less and less of my boyfriend during the week. His weekend night schedule meant we only saw each other for an hour or two during the day, which helped a bit with putting a stop to the fighting. But there was one thing that saved our relationship, date night. I’m not sure how it happened or who had the idea, but we made the conscious decision to make Tuesday nights the day a week we take each other out and treat one another like we did in the beginning. By setting aside a day just for us, we had something to look forward to on days when we only saw each other in passing. Tuesday date nights have now become a symbol of fun for us, with us looking forward to it all weekend and reminiscing about how much fun we had for the reminader of the week. Our usual plans include a quick dinner followed by a marathon of pinball games at our new favorite bar. These hours at the beginning of the week give us the time to catch up on all the things we forget to mention when we get home from work tired, and remind us that even though we see each other daily it’s important to set aside quality time.

Do you and your significant other do anything special to keep the zsa zsa zsu? If so, lemme know in the comments below, I’d love to hear how everyone around me manages to keep a guy/girl!

Like most people, I enjoy a good piece of gossip. I’m not above occasionally talking about a stranger’s choice of clothes or a friend’s rash decision, and while I don’t try to make a habit out of it, I’m not perfect. I’m a firm believer in you get what you put out, so no matter my dislike for people’s choices or beliefs, as long as they don’t affect me, I keep myself out of it. A few months ago I heard about an app that let’s you rate men on everything from how they treat their mom to how good they are in bed. Sitting at brunch surrounded by a group of my boyfriend’s friends, I sat back and heard them listing all the things past hook ups and friends had said about a person at the table, and for someone that enjoys some harmless gossip from time to time, this time, I felt sick. I used to be the girl who wanted to know every bit of history in my boyfriend’s dating past. I wanted to know how many girls he had dated, for how long, how they met and why it didn’t work out. Then I met my current boyfriend, and somewhere in between getting to know one another I unconsciously made the decision that I had no interest in knowing that part of him. Weeks passed and the app would occasionally be brought up over endless mimosas, with people laughing over the ratings and trying to decipher who said what. Over time I just kept thinking about the fact that there were people out there rating one another, and we all know the saying, unhappy customers are the first to make a formal complaint. Or in this case, profile. Whether it’s a sign of me maturing or my general distaste for negativity, no matter the odds of an app helping me avoid a jerk, nothing will ever overpower my dislike for the idea of rating one another. One person’s experience with another has nothing to do with how your interactions will be, believe me, ask any of my ex-boyfriends. With social media already serving as a tool to dig into virtually anyone’s past, the last thing we need is a formal way to lodge our complaints about how the check was split or whether or not they took too long to text back after a first date. Maybe it’s just me, but I like a little mystery.

Have you ever heard of the app that let’s you rate ex-hookups? Is that someone you would be interested in? Lemme know in the comments below!

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Like most people, I enjoy a good piece of gossip. I’m not above occasionally talking about a stranger’s choice of clothes or a friend’s rash decision, and while I don’t try to make a habit out of it, I’m not perfect. I’m a firm believer in you get what you put out, so no matter my dislike for people’s choices or beliefs, as long as they don’t affect me, I keep myself out of it. A few months ago I heard about an app that let’s you rate men on everything from how they treat their mom to how good they are in bed. Sitting at brunch surrounded by a group of my boyfriend’s friends, I sat back and heard them listing all the things past hook ups and friends had said about a person at the table, and for someone that enjoys some harmless gossip from time to time, this time, I felt sick. I used to be the girl who wanted to know every bit of history in my boyfriend’s dating past. I wanted to know how many girls he had dated, for how long, how they met and why it didn’t work out. Then I met my current boyfriend, and somewhere in between getting to know one another I unconsciously made the decision that I had no interest in knowing that part of him. Weeks passed and the app would occasionally be brought up over endless mimosas, with people laughing over the ratings and trying to decipher who said what. Over time I just kept thinking about the fact that there were people out there rating one another, and we all know the saying, unhappy customers are the first to make a formal complaint. Or in this case, profile. Whether it’s a sign of me maturing or my general distaste for negativity, no matter the odds of an app helping me avoid a jerk, nothing will ever overpower my dislike for the idea of rating one another. One person’s experience with another has nothing to do with how your interactions will be, believe me, ask any of my ex-boyfriends. With social media already serving as a tool to dig into virtually anyone’s past, the last thing we need is a formal way to lodge our complaints about how the check was split or whether or not they took too long to text back after a first date. Maybe it’s just me, but I like a little mystery.

Have you ever heard of the app that let’s you rate ex-hookups? Is that someone you would be interested in? Lemme know in the comments below!

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Like most people, I enjoy a good piece of gossip. I’m not above occasionally talking about a stranger’s choice of clothes or a friend’s rash decision, and while I don’t try to make a habit out of it, I’m not perfect. I’m a firm believer in you get what you put out, so no matter my dislike for people’s choices or beliefs, as long as they don’t affect me, I keep myself out of it. A few months ago I heard about an app that let’s you rate men on everything from how they treat their mom to how good they are in bed. Sitting at brunch surrounded by a group of my boyfriend’s friends, I sat back and heard them listing all the things past hook ups and friends had said about a person at the table, and for someone that enjoys some harmless gossip from time to time, this time, I felt sick. I used to be the girl who wanted to know every bit of history in my boyfriend’s dating past. I wanted to know how many girls he had dated, for how long, how they met and why it didn’t work out. Then I met my current boyfriend, and somewhere in between getting to know one another I unconsciously made the decision that I had no interest in knowing that part of him. Weeks passed and the app would occasionally be brought up over endless mimosas, with people laughing over the ratings and trying to decipher who said what. Over time I just kept thinking about the fact that there were people out there rating one another, and we all know the saying, unhappy customers are the first to make a formal complaint. Or in this case, profile. Whether it’s a sign of me maturing or my general distaste for negativity, no matter the odds of an app helping me avoid a jerk, nothing will ever overpower my dislike for the idea of rating one another. One person’s experience with another has nothing to do with how your interactions will be, believe me, ask any of my ex-boyfriends. With social media already serving as a tool to dig into virtually anyone’s past, the last thing we need is a formal way to lodge our complaints about how the check was split or whether or not they took too long to text back after a first date. Maybe it’s just me, but I like a little mystery.

Have you ever heard of the app that let’s you rate ex-hookups? Is that someone you would be interested in? Lemme know in the comments below!

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Like most people, I enjoy a good piece of gossip. I’m not above occasionally talking about a stranger’s choice of clothes or a friend’s rash decision, and while I don’t try to make a habit out of it, I’m not perfect. I’m a firm believer in you get what you put out, so no matter my dislike for people’s choices or beliefs, as long as they don’t affect me, I keep myself out of it. A few months ago I heard about an app that let’s you rate men on everything from how they treat their mom to how good they are in bed. Sitting at brunch surrounded by a group of my boyfriend’s friends, I sat back and heard them listing all the things past hook ups and friends had said about a person at the table, and for someone that enjoys some harmless gossip from time to time, this time, I felt sick. I used to be the girl who wanted to know every bit of history in my boyfriend’s dating past. I wanted to know how many girls he had dated, for how long, how they met and why it didn’t work out. Then I met my current boyfriend, and somewhere in between getting to know one another I unconsciously made the decision that I had no interest in knowing that part of him. Weeks passed and the app would occasionally be brought up over endless mimosas, with people laughing over the ratings and trying to decipher who said what. Over time I just kept thinking about the fact that there were people out there rating one another, and we all know the saying, unhappy customers are the first to make a formal complaint. Or in this case, profile. Whether it’s a sign of me maturing or my general distaste for negativity, no matter the odds of an app helping me avoid a jerk, nothing will ever overpower my dislike for the idea of rating one another. One person’s experience with another has nothing to do with how your interactions will be, believe me, ask any of my ex-boyfriends. With social media already serving as a tool to dig into virtually anyone’s past, the last thing we need is a formal way to lodge our complaints about how the check was split or whether or not they took too long to text back after a first date. Maybe it’s just me, but I like a little mystery.

Have you ever heard of the app that let’s you rate ex-hookups? Is that someone you would be interested in? Lemme know in the comments below!

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