Five Years is a Quarter of my Life »
It is also how long I have been with Mike, today. And I forgot — again. Thankfully Mike took my forgetting in good spirits and commented that he would like it if I continued to forget anniversaries in the future. Awh. So to indulge in the occasion (of our anniversary, and not my bad memory) I have decided to nick this quiz from Dooce on significant others.
What are your middle names?
Mine is Maria whereas his is Timothy. It is woefully banal, so imagine my middle name is something exotic like Mercedes and his is Spike. We are government spies and have perfectly toned, lubed up glutes. I reckon that is enough imagining.
How long have you been together?
Five years. There have been marriages that have lasted less than this — including Britney.
How long did you know each other before you started dating?
Maybe a year or so. We met back in college. He was like a drug-less and superpower-free Isaac Mendez in those days. Artistic, introverted, perceptive and hairy.
Who asked whom out?
I would not be surprised if we just caught each other staring then started making out. In a teenage awkward way. We had this thing where we did not want to ask each other out so all our friends would be really confused about the entire situation. Drama-mongering can be fun.
How old are each of you?
We are both twenty-one, with perhaps only a month between us. I am the youngest.
Whose siblings do you see the most?
Probably mine, seeing as Mike did live with me up until recently.
Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
The fact that we share everything in life, hence why we no longer live together. We go to the same university (by coincidence, actually) and have the same set of friends (partially by coincidence). We also commute together, then spend our free time together. I am a solitary person and need lots of time alone to function properly otherwise I get cranky. Not to say I am not social.
Did you go to the same school?
From college onwards.
Are you from the same home town?
We are from the same planet. But were born and raised in entirely different continents. I was born in Argentina, but lived in Texas till I was ten. He has been here in the south of England all his life. Do not be fooled though — he has seen more of the world than I have.
Who is smarter?
We are both smart people in different measures. There are some things that Mike understands that I simply cannot wrap my head around, and visa versa. He is a hands on person, very analytical and good at maths. I like to immerse myself in theory and use it to be outlandishly creative.
Who is the most sensitive?
This is actually a tough question. We are probably equally sensitive, but that is not to say that we are both cry-babies. Or hard as nails. Just average. It might be me who blows a fuse the most often, but it is not a drastic melodrama.
Where do you eat out most as a couple?
I cannot say we have a local to call our own — Mike and I like to try different things in the area. We are adventurous with food and will give any style a go, as long as the price is right. We have our eyes on a Chinese buffet nearby which apparently has so much demand, they ask you book a table for four minimum.
Where is the furthest you two have travelled together as a couple?
Texas. I am a terrible flyer, so he mostly leaves me alone whilst I projectile vomit/deal with acute headaches/cry at the selection of in-flight entertainment.
Who has the craziest exes?
Probably Mike. But a good proportion of those crazy exes are my friends too. As for the really crazy ones, he has not indulged me yet. I plan on extracting the information soon.
Who has the worst temper?
There is no contest here. I have a temper. Thankfully, Mike is not easily intimidated. I do not think I could deal with someone who would flinch at my moods. He also has a temper on him though, but his is a moody, introverted one. And damn annoying at times.
Who does the cooking?
We like to cook together — unless I am having a ‘I NEED TO COOK ALONE CAUSE I AM STRESSED AND CUTTING THIS ONION MAKES ME FEEL BETTER’ moment. Mike is probably the better cook. He dabbles in a lot of culinary ventures I would purposely avoid.
Who is the neat-freak?
Probably me. I like to know where my stuff is.
Who is more stubborn?
We are both stubborn and lenient. Depends on the context — we are quite interchangeable given any situation.
Who hogs the bed?
Mike and I have decent sleeping manners and on a good day it does not get past him complaining about the duvet being rolled up. However, I sometimes have strange sleep patterns – as in ‘give myself up to medical science’ sleep patterns – and will sometimes brutally attack him whilst sleeping. Trufax.
Who wakes up earlier?
I do, so I can shower and gargle the water as I slowly realise that, yes, I am awake and I did survive another night. He then wakes up and gets ready in ten minutes like it was nothing.
Where was your first date?
Like I would remember that far back. I hardly remember what I was doing ten minutes ago. It may have been something down on the seafront, but I cannot actually say for sure.
Who is more jealous?
Neither of us are jealous — I realise this is a bold statement, but it is true and I have friends who have deemed me crazy for it. But we do like to provoke each other in the hopes of it inspiring some quasi-adorable jealous behaviour. It is actually quite funny.
How long did it take to get serious?
Nothing is ever serious when you are a teenager, but I guess we began to consider that possibility in the past couple of years. I am still getting my head around it. Seriousness sounds dull and we do not find each other dull, so where does that place us?
Who eats more?
You should see us at the buffet. It is like the Discovery Channel.
Who does the laundry?
Whoever is available. Sometimes one of us will have a day off and will do the laundry by default.
Who’s better with the computer?
We are both adept, but I am probably better. Then again we work with different machines and for different reasons.
Who drives when you are together?
I hate driving, so usually I coax Mike into doing it.
I hear sex (with handcuffs) is a good anniversary present. ;)
Congratulations on the anniversary!