Last night I wrote about Adam’s new roommate. As I said, she’s perfectly nice.
After we went to bed last night Adam filled me in on some things that he doesn’t like about her that he’d forgotten.
First. She’s a loud talker. Very loud talker. Is there some reason she can’t talk with an inside voice? We’ve been sitting in the kitchen drinking margaritas and eating guacamole. She’s been yelling for at least an hour now. I want to shove her face into the guacamole.
She also has an opinion on everything. EVERYTHING. How can she have an opinion that’s different than mine. Clearly everyone knows that my opinion is the only one that matters? Is it too late to shove her face into the guacamole.
This brings to the forefront the question of: How early is too early for Adam and I to move into together?
Today JavaBear made the statement/asked the question:
But the obvious thing, to me anyway, is that you could have been Adam’s new roommate. Or is it not quite time to move in together?
My question is: When is too soon for Adam and I to consider moving in together? A week? A month? Six months? A year? Two years? Never?
My living with boyfriend situation has been sort of fucked up to say the least.
Jim and I lived together, but it wasn’t very well thought out. I needed a place to live. He needed to move. We said what the fuck and did it.
Sam lived with me for two years but didn’t pay rent till the last two years. He basically lived out of a suitcase and his parent’s assumed he was living in the dorm. When we finally moved in together it was great, except that I was cheating and was an awful boyfriend.
Keith and I moved in together but it wasn’t very well thought out. I was living in a house that didn’t have running water in the kitchen. I needed to move. We were spending all our time together. We said what the fuck and did it. I knew about five minutes after I moved in that I didn’t want to be there. I loved him dearly but there was no passion in our relationship. We hardly had sex with each other when we started dating and by the time we got to nine months we weren’t having sex at all. Keith took me to my first bathhouse. We both used to call in sick to go out of town to have sex with other people.
I stayed at Davids but I never got room in the closet. I never got a drawer. I never got anything. He refused to stay at my house so for almost a year I paid rent on an apartment that I spent no time in. I hated it but for the first time I was in a relationship that I was not cheating in and I was determined that if it didn’t work it wasn’t going to be my fault. It didn’t work.
Five years later, I’m dating Adam. Our relationship couldn’t be better. We love each other very much and we have a great time together. We only spend a night apart every ten days or so. We end up staying here more because he doesn’t have a roommate. And it has nothing to do with Chuck. We both feel very comfortable at my house and we both love Chuck. It’s just at Adam’s we can run around naked and no one cares. I suppose I could ask Chuck if he’d mind if we ran around naked. I hadn’t thought about it till right now. The relationship has an insane amount of passion. Our sex life is amazing. Better than with anyone else. And we actually talk about the future. We talk where we see ourselves as a couple in five years. We’ve picked out furniture. And china. And we talk non-stop about our lives together. I’ve never had that before.
So now I have a roommate. Adam has a roommate. And the question at hand is when should we really start thinking about living together. I have to admit that we’ve done a lot of talking but nothing serious. The current situation has brought the subject front and center.
So my questions to everyone out there:
When is too soon? Are we being silly to even be talking about all this? What do we do about our leases? Any comments/comments would be greatly appreciated.
Even from you people out there who never say anything.