I never do this crap, but this one is cute and allows me to gush about my LOVE, so here goes:
What are your middle names?
My middle name is Anne, Haigen’s is Gregory. Both are disastrously boring, and while I try to dress “Anne” up like a six-year-old pageant queen by adding the pathetic, “with an e” after it, Haigen takes his middle name very seriously. It is often represented in initial form at the bottom of emails, love notes, or on business cards, and that it’s his father’s first name has led us to bicker about hypothetical future children’s monikers on numerous occasions.
How long have you been together?
Just a shade under 2.5 years.
How long did you know each other before you started dating?
We met in December of 2004, and shortly thereafter commenced roughly two years of very public, vocal distaste for him (long story). In August of 2006 I had an actual conversation with the poor man I’d been defaming, and became irrevocably addicted.
Who asked whom out?
He asked me if I’d meet him for coffee and after several attempts I finally agreed.
How old are each of you?
I’m 27, he’s 33. When he talks about the fraternity days of drinking to the point of bed-wetting and passing out while standing, I say a little whisper of thanks to whoever made sure I was separated from that guy by six years and the better part of his twenties.
Whose siblings do you see the most?
Haigen’s. They both live here, while my older sister lives in
Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
Monday at lunch when he wanted to talk about whether or not our hypothetical future children would be vegetarians.
Did you go to the same school?
We went to the same high school and the same college. Again, thank you universe for the six years of separation.
Are you from the same home town?
Nope. Haigen’s a
Who is smarter?
Haigen. Hands down. He’d disagree with that, which is one of the very few things he’s been mistaken about since I met him. The only other item being that he thinks I have a nice ass. It’s a travesty, people, this posterior of mine. A travesty.
Who is the most sensitive?
Haigen.
Where do you eat out most as a couple?
Red Iguana. They have a camarones verde special sometimes that BLOWS MY MIND. I could eat it for every meal for the rest of my life, as long as I could have the Fresh Mango with Coconut Sticky Rice from
Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
The
Who has the craziest exes?
I would say me.
Who has the worst temper?
Neither of us really have much of a temper. Although, when I was married there was one fleeting moment when I understood why, in some cases, homicide is worth the jail time.
I don’t think he’s ever been that mad.
Who does the cooking?
It’s 50/50. Neither of us are very good. Cooking = opening a can of Ranch Style Beans.
Who is the neat-freak?
Haigen. I’m neat, but I have a serious mental block that makes me virtually incapable of putting my clothes away. Also, the man is Johnny on the Spot with the dishes. He has the dishwasher unloaded and loaded up again before I even have time to know either of the chores need to be accomplished.
Who is more stubborn?
Me. I have this mental defect where most of my actions are determined by spite. Don’t want me to cut my hair? I’m buzzing it. Like red heads and brunettes? Say hello to my new blond highlights.
Who hogs the bed?
Who wakes up earlier?
Haigen. I’m bottomlessly jealous of his go get ‘em attitude in the morning. Even if I wake up early and can’t go back to sleep, I will lay in bed until I absolutely have to get up. Meanwhile Haigen has done the dishes, scooped the litter, taken out the garbage, showered, and is leaving AN HOUR EARLY for work. Oh, and probably cured cancer.
Where was your first date?
The jackass Starbucks. So named because we were acting like giddy fourteen year old jackasses the first dozen or so times we met there. Oh, and I suppose I should point out that technically these were “non dates”. I wouldn’t agree to “date” him until about a month of non-dating.
Who is more jealous?
Haigen’s only been jealous once, whereas I get jealous of anything he’s paying attention to that’s not me. I don’t care about other girls, but Monopoly on the iPhone can go fuck itself.
How long did it take to get serious?
It took Haigen about thirty seconds, but I was very cerebral about our whole dating process. I once told him that you couldn’t really know if you loved someone until you’d been with that person for over a year, whereas he loved me long before our first kiss.
Who eats more?
Haigen. I eat more frequently, but he kicks my ass when it comes to quantity.
Who does the laundry?
50/50.
Who's better with the computer?
If it were up to me I’d be calculating bills on an abacus and using a WWII era typewriter and messenger pigeons for correspondence. He has our entire house wirelessly connected to iTunes, my music library stored on an external hard drive so my computer doesn’t explode, and is the sole reason I update my computer.
Who drives when you are together?
Haigen. I drive 70ish miles every day, so Lisa no drivey.
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2 comments:
So, who won in the vegetarian debate? Being as stubborn as you are... how did you win? What did you say?
Oh, see, you're assuming I wanted the "kids" to be veggie, which, I don't.
We both agree that kids shouldn't be forced to be anything, so until they're old enough to decide they will eat meat, but only organic, and no pork.
Then once they're old enough make their own decisions they can decide to be veggie or eat pork or whatever.
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