A big thank you to Potential and Expectations for helping to rouse me from an unplanned hiatus. March is the hardest month of the school year and I haven’t been on the internets much lately; even my facebook and twitter updates are suffering.
What are your middle names?
Mine is Hart – it’s my mother’s maiden name. Shall I post my social security number whilst I’m at it? I love love love my middle name and wish it could have been my last name instead of the bulky mispronounced one I was given. Veri-husband has no middle name. I’m desperate to give him one. I like Chet.
How long have you been together?
This August it will be seven years — married just over five. I feel like I’ve been married for a minute and I feel like I’ve been married forever. When I told my mom in January we were about to celebrate our fifth anniversary she was adamant I was wrong. Even though the date is on my wedding ring.
How long did you know each other before you started dating?
Close to three months. But we saw each other every day and almost every night in those three months.
Who asked whom out?
Well, therein lies the debate. We’d been flirty for awhile, and one night we went to see a band. I was super tired and at one point said I was going to go home. He said, “Okay,” meaning we were going to go…to my home. I hadn’t meant it that way, but I didn’t correct him. He says I invited him over. I say I was just tired and wanted to go to sleep. It’s an old story that will probably be debated forever.
How old are each of you?
We are both in our early-ish 30s – we were born a week apart.
Whose siblings do you see the most?
By default, his. I have no siblings.
Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
Hmmm…am I choosing between situations? I guess needing downtime. I need more downtime, heck I need a LOT of downtime. And my work demands more of my time and I have a lot more hobbies that suck up my time.
Did you go to the same school?
Are you from the same home town?
No – different countries.
Who is smarter?
He thinks I am because I did better in school, but he is. And he has a LOT more common sense. I don’t know how I navigated the world before him.
Who is the most sensitive?
I’m more sensitive about others, and he is more sensitive toward others.
Where do you eat out most as a couple?
This changes…we’ll pick a place and eat there for awhile. There’s a fabulous brunch place called Artemisia, a good happy hour place called Local 188, though sadly our favorite place of all time, a French-Canadian restaurant called Uffa! Sadly closed.
Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
Um…other than UK to US…I guess…Ohio. We’ve planned a million longer trips, though.
Who has the craziest exes?
Who has the worst temper?
Me. He hardly has a temper.
Who does the cooking?
Veri-husband is a brunch-savant. Experimental, great presentation, and always stunningly delectable. Dinner..he has a few staples, but I’m alway seeking new dishes and tend to cook more.
Who is the neat-freak?
Neither. I like things tidy, but I tend to be lazy. He is very neat in his personal appearance and cleans the kitchen every night, but he tends to not ‘see’ dirt or mess. I don’t think he did any chores growing up.
Who is more stubborn?
I *seem* to be, but he can sometimes grab ahold of something and dig his teeth into it.
Who hogs the bed?
Neither? Probably me a little bit.
Who wakes up earlier?
I do. I’m not an early person, per se, but when I wake up I’m awake. He’s someone who needs a lot of sleep.
Where was your first date?
Erm…we were friends, friends with benefits and then a couple. Hard to say when each of those transitions happened. After the ambiguous night of who asked who out, we went out to brunch the next day. But he didn’t eat anything because his stomach was sore. I took it as a sign that it was over before it began. But he really does have a sensitive stomach!
Who is more jealous?
I don’t think he is, so neither of us. He’s a good antidote to all my insecurities.
How long did it take to get serious?
Let’s see, we first hooked up in late August and by January I’d quite my job, broken my lease, and moved across the Atlantic to be with him. So, pretty quickly.
Who eats more?
He does. A LOT more. Traditional hollow leg.
Who does the laundry?
He does. All of it all the time.
Who’s better with the computer?
Oh, God. I am certain I’d be stuck in the late 90s if I wasn’t married to him. Instead we have a very tech-y home. I’m in awe with what these little boxes do, though I can’t explain any of it.
Who drives when you are together?
He can get car sick, so he usually does. We share a car so that means essentially I have a personal chauffeur. When it’s warm (like a foot or less of snow on the ground) he rides his scooter and I have to dust off my license.
My blog-reading has also fallen off lately, so I’ll only tag one person — another person who could use a blog update: Confessions of a Bumblebee.