noodles wrote:
The main source of stress in my relationship is when I get hungry and my girlfriend wants to make complicated food and keeps asking me about what kind of complicated food I want to eat, but I don't care because I'm hungry and just want to eat. I say this, so she starts a philosophical discussion about eating for flavour vs eating to fuel the body and I'm getting grumpier and grumpier because I want to eat and talking about food is the worst thing to do when you want to eat. I'd make myself a meal but I was always raised not to make food just for yourself when people you care about are around. I'd make both of us a meal but she doesn't want a peanut butter and jam sandwich lunch for the four hundredth time. It sounds dumb but it gets pretty intense; it happened about a half dozen times when we lived together and 2-3 times since then.
You two aren't living together anymore? Embrace your Epicurean self, quality always over quantity. I feel like I can totally relate to your conundrum from back when I was living with ladies. The answer is to always shut your mouth and go with the flow. My inability to do this might be why I live alone now.
But, on the lady front, we had sex in my car because she still lives with her parents and we couldn't justify sneaking into her house and trying to not to wake up her parents, but her plan is to have moved in with a friend a week after I get back and so that totally means a month of kinda sorta living with her and just fucking the shit out of her. I mentioned the whole "roommate in the other room" conundrum at which point she reminded me that she has heard her two friends who I know as well fucking more times than she can count and so it's totally cool. Art, dinner, sex, giggles, cuddling, strolls through the city, quaint small Ohio town living; this is looking to be the best winter break ever! However, the fear that her and I just completely crash and burn is always there. Her and I have never been on a date before. We hooked up, and I crushed on her while she was in Holland for a year, this could either go really well or really badly.
On another front, I started crashing around ten, but really needed to work in order to get back to Ohio and lady friend, well, a triple shot eggnog latte later and I don't know when I'm going to fall asleep.