That “Next” Step

September 4, 2012 § Leave a comment

Romantic relationships go at their own pace. What’s right for you might not be right for every other person you’re friends with on facebook getting married every other weekend from June until October. Personally, I’m treading lightly. I don’t want to put the cart before the horse, or the baby before the carriage, or the vows before the diamond. There was a time when just the sight of a wedding dress made me dizzy. In my defense, they are really really white, not exactly easy on the eyes. I’ve since gotten over that, but I won’t be auditioning bridesmaids anytime soon.

So here we are, me and Mister Red, living together a few months, toughing it out trying to keep things separate. His feet hang off my double bed in our bedroom, and his former futon of fun finds it’s place as a guest bed in the office. We go to the laundry mat separately, still a little creeped out about our underwear touching. We gingerly split the bill at the grocery store, mental addition holding up the line behind us at the checkout. It’s all very exhausting, a lover/roommate thing that is anything but gracious.

For the most part our collective decor is enough to fill the apartment, although I’m pushing most of his pieces of flare into the office, a room I have I have dubbed our “funny space.” Things like shark posters, weird album art, and pictures of Corvettes with his name on the license plate can make the cut in there. We are missing one big ticket item for a feature that drew us to sign the lease in the first place. A washer/dryer. We have a hook up inside the apartment, making it a luxury we have not enjoyed since living with our parents ten years ago. The procrastination on the purchase stems from our tip toe around sharing the appliance. Neither one of us has the cash flow to get the set, so we’d have to split it.

Heaven forbid in a fit of rage we move out, one of us with a washer and the other with a dryer, like lost socks or twins separated at birth. To elevate this predicament, his parents swing by with a washer/dryer set they are no longer using. Too bad they are Swedish and the hook up in the unit is definitely not Swedish. So we put the Swedish couple on craigslist and move to plan b. Brand new, Best Buy, bite the bullet.

We compare prices, look at several different combos, stackable, high efficiency, top loading, front loading, buttons galore. After 3 different department stores we finally find the one we like for the price we want and Mister Red throws his card down for both. He says, “I really love you, so I’m buying you the front loading stackable combo.”

Not quite a ring, but certainly marks security. He bought me a washer and dryer so things must be serious.

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