Let's keep the peace
The best time of your life!
So get cleaning.
I told him I didn't want to live with anyone until I was engaged first. I'm wondering if I am making it too hard on the poor guy - he is moving 1,000 miles away from home to be with me, and I'm making him find an apartment, find his own roommates, while we both know that he'll probably be over at my place all the time.
I love my life. I'm really happy. Everything is great. I go to a good school and I'm doing well. I have a wonderful boyfriend whom I love. I have great friends who I hang out with all the time. The problem is my roommate. She doesn't like me. I don't know why. I've done my best to be nice with her but she just doesn't like me.
When we moved in together I was having some money problems and he offered to cover the extra costs so I could afford to move in. So he's been paying $300 more than me every month, and I really appreciate it. The deal was that if I cook and clean, he's happy to pay for it. Our other friends all think it's really weird and they are convinced I'm sleeping with him, but I'm not.
I am now writing to you because my current question definitely needs a dude's advice. How do I convince my man to move in with me when he's not on tour? Except I'm asking in terms of what can I do to better myself and my life so that my man looks at me and goes, "My girlfriend has something I want that's missing in my current awesome life, and I want to be with her every second that I'm not on tour."
I used to be a real shut-in in high school and didn't really get around as much as others my age. I only ever had one boyfriend before him and am not exactly very experienced in these kinds of things. Now that I'm in college and I'm a lot more outgoing, adventurous and, well, hotter than I used to be, I find myself wishing I was single just so I could try all this stuff college girls do.
About 90% of the time, I heart my boyfriend. He's so great to me, he's adorable and it's just an all-around nice time being in a healthy, normal relationship. I love him. I love him. I really love him. (I just want to make sure I'm clear here.) I love him so much we've taken the big step to move in together, which made sense considering how much time he was staying over my apartment.
There are a few certainties in college. You will study. You will dress up in costume at least once. You will eat more Easy Mac than you have ever eaten before. And sometimes you will eat it on a cookie slathered in cream cheese. You will have a roommate at some point.
Oh air travel, how I despise thee. All flight delays/massive airport navigation/stinky seatmates aside though, I am actually very (very) excited to be flying into DC tomorrow. I’ve never been, and I’m so pumped to explore our nation’s great capital.
Even though I keep hearing the recession's over, those of us on a student budget are still tightening our belts (and not because it makes us look thinner). A lot of innnovative ways to save have popped up in the last few years, but one of the most life-changing is the idea of moving in with the significant other to save on rent.
Personally, my relationship isn't very clear cut. We still don't really know when our anniversary is. It all started out with the girl living across the hall from me freshman year asked if she could set me up with one of her friends from high school. He came over and we watched a movie with a bunch of our friends. And the night ended with me and him making out on our mutual friend's bed.