Relationship Meme

What are your middle names?

We both use ours. Mine is Christine, his is [REDACTED]. Don't ask about first names.

How long have you been together?

Debatable. I've known him since I was 16. We dated for a bit back then, and then have been friends, but never in a relationship.
Most recently: I've created an anniversary date of June 30, which is about the first time that he told me that he loved me.

How long did you know each other before you started dating?

See above. We dated when I was in high school.

Who asked whom out?

In the beginning, I have no doubt that it was him.
More recently: He found me on MySpace, which is where we began reattaching. His message was essentially his phone number. I made the first phone call. Took me about 30 seconds to make that decision.

How old are each of you?

We're getting close to a number change, but I'm 35 and he's 37.

Whose siblings do you see the most?

We don't see either's, but he has to hear more about mine than I do about his.

Which situation is hardest on you as a couple?

I can only answer for me. I want to be the best person I can be for him, and I wonder if I don't always get his references - he's much more well-read than I am, and he actually watches movies, unlike me.

Did you go to the same school?

No. We went to different high schools, and he had already graduated from his by the time I met him. I have four degrees; he's working on getting his. Yet I know he's smarter than I am.

Are you from the same home town?

No. I'm from the Chicago area; he's from New Orleans.

Who is smarter?

He is smarter. He has a wider range of knowledge. Yet, on occasion, he'll tell me that I'm intimidating to him. Bah!

Who is the most sensitive?

Honestly, he is. I have more moments of insecurity, but he's vastly more sensitive.

Where do you eat out most as a couple?

I don't know yet, and I so look forward to finding out a place that balances our palates. And by "balance", I mean, hopefully we'll go to a vegetarian place, because on the rare occasions that I eat meat, I prefer it uber-processed or well done, which offends him as a chef.

Where is the furthest you've travelled as a couple?

Honestly? The outskirts of the town where we grew up. But there are changes to come.

Who has the craziest exes?

Christ on a cracker, he does!

Who has the worst temper?

I do. I wish I didn't, and I work hard to curtail it, but I absolutely do. Poor baby.

Who does the cooking?

He does, and will, and probably always will. Although we have a simplistic cooking competition planned - who can make the better grilled cheese (ME!) and mashed potatoes (ME!). Yeah, he'll probably kick my ass, which is why I've limited the number of ingredients allowed.

Who is the neat-freak?

HE IS.

Who is more stubborn?

I am, because I want to be heard, and heard, and endlessly heard, until he gives in.

Who hogs the bed?

I don't know yet, but we've already decided that he'll stay on the sofa and I get his bed. We agree that co-sleeping doesn't work out that well. I kick and talk in my sleep. He snores.

Who wakes up earlier?

I don't know yet. I wake up when my caffeine level gets low. He wakes up when his brain turns on. We'll see who wins.

Where was your first date?

I don't remember. Ask him; he has a substantially better memory than I do. Also, remember that I was 16.

Who is more jealous?

I think we're equally so. I hate that he hangs with his ex-girlfriend. I went by an ex's place on Sunday, and I told him, and he asked me if he should be jealous. (Which as far as I know, in boy lingo, means he's a bit jealous.)

How long did it take to get serious?

From my point of view? The first time I heard his voice in 2008. For him? I don't know. I do know that he sent me a good Christmas present, and sent me a perfect Valentine's card. If I had to guess, it would be the first time he told me that he loved me, and that was late June 2008.

Who eats more?

He does. Not only does he cook, but he eats. I eat once a day-ish. He eats like a normal person.

Who does the laundry?

He knows my weirdness with this, so I think we'll do our own laundry. At least, I hope so. Other peoples' skivvies weird me out.

Who's better with the computer?

I am, with internet. Hell, I am.

Who drives when you are together?

This has been a bone of contention. We always subscribed to "who drives, chooses the music" until I realized that we'd simultaneously murder each other. So now, we've decided that the passenger chooses the music, which means that we'll fight over who HAS to drive forever.