Since Rob has been here, I have been very much “He’s not a Typical Male! He actually Looks for Things! He puts the toilet seat down when he’s done with it! He picks up after himself!”
In fact, if you go by the above criteria, I’m more male than Rob. I mean, I do keep the toilet seat down, but I don’t look for things properly beyond a cursory glance. I leave messes (I prefer to call them “collections”) behind me wherever I go. I hate washing the dishes.
But he proved himself last night– remember how he went and looked in the car for my magazines? Today we got in the car on the way to buy some milk, he turned around, and lo and behold– there was my magazine on the backseat. “I thought you looked for that last night!” I said. “I looked. Guess I just didn’t see it”, he shrugged.
*sigh*
Boys.
In my defence, when I went and looked in the car, I was attacked by several dozen crack heads and drunk male prostitutes. It’s a wonder I got back alive.
That’s my story, and it’s unlikely that I’ll stick to it.
He sounds like a good man, unlikely stories aside… maybe he also ran into the Woody from Anger Management? Now there’s a nightmare.
I have kept the toilet seat down since the rat showed up. He was pretty cute, for a large grey sewer rat, and he looked fairly harmless, but I’ve never sat down (TMI!) since without looking first.
haha that’s funny. I’m more of a guy in my relationship too. My husband is much more in touch with his “feminine” side than I am. He does all the cleaning, he’s more of a cook, he talks about his feelings
Me, I’m a slob who needs to have control of the remote.