Living with a man

Processed with Snapseed.

You know that saying Men are from Mars Women are from Venus? Well, I never actually thought this was true, obviously knowing they aren’t really from a completely different planet, however since moving in with my boyfriend I’m questioning it.

Going from a product filled, lovely smelling, sometimes moody, hair covered (seriously, what is with girls hair falling out EVERYWHERE?!) house, to living with a man. An actual real life, 6ft man, with excessively large shoes, a ridiculous amount of socks (mostly odd may I add) and smells that are not always pleasant and are NOT covered up when produced, is a culture shock I can tell you.

Not bad, just a shock to the girly system. Things that were so normal to the other people you were living with, mum and sister, suddenly seem like you are walking into work naked.

image2

You know that panic situation when you get your period earlier than expected and you suddenly have that horrible realization that you were not prepared for this. You knew you had to buy them. They were on your list of things to buy this week but its only Monday and FUCK, no tampons. Luckily you live with two other females, you can just steal one or two from their stash. Well, when you live with a man, there’s no emergency supply of tampons. I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news but I’d rather be the one to tell you then you find yourself in one of the most stressful situations. Sending your boyfriend out for tampons. They just don’t get it.

There’s also a new alien type machine that has hypnotized your boyfriend, so much so he is unable to move from the sofa and has a strange device in his hands that seems as if it super glued there, and the only noise that he will make is the occasional loud grunts of frustration. Yes, that’s right I’m talking about the playstation (or Xbox whatever he prefers they’re equally annoying). You be may thinking “fanatic, peace and quiet”. Not when you’re exhausted from a long day at work and really couldn’t be bothered to cook,do the washing, put your clothes away and do the washing up, all after 8pm on your own.

Processed with Snapseed.

Processed with Snapseed.

Now I must say, its not all bad smells, wasted hours on the playstation and endless amounts of socks scattered around the house. There are perks to living with a man.

Dating suddenly becomes A LOT cheaper. Being able to snuggle up on the sofa with a duvet, sweets and a good film without feeling awkward with your parents sitting on the sofa next to you, or your sibling constantly moaning at the film you chose.

Processed with Snapseed.

Processed with Snapseed.

You don’t have to worry about someone putting your clothes away for you and accidentally bumping into those cheeky bed time treats that you hide in your knicker draw. Say goodbye to those awkward looks on the stairs as you pass your mum on the way to your room with a handful of washing.

Finally you can have your mutual friends round for drinks and dinner, be as loud as you like at 9pm because you don’t have to worry you’ll disturb your mum who’s already gone to bed. You’ll be able to discuss those moments in life that you would really rather not have your mum know about, because you know that that sweet innocent child like image, even though you’ve already done so much to abolish that girl out of her mind, might just disappear entirely.

image4-2

Just warning you, I’m about to get really cheesy here, but coming home to someone you love, and giving them a great big squeeeeze is just simply the best. Sometimes I actually don’t want to talk about my day, I just want to veg out and cuddle. Jack is the best company for that.

Ta-ra for now

Hx

 

Get more stuff like this

Subscribe to our mailing list and get interesting stuff and updates to your email inbox.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *