Friday, April 16, 2010

Moving on...IN?!

Lately, well for the past year, I've been contemplating what it would be like to live with a man. Now, before I proceed, let me state for the record that in no way am I ready to share my living spaces with someone of the opposite sex, its just a thought. However, I must admit there have been times cohabitation has scurried across my mind. I have all these fantasies of coming home to a hot meal (gender role reversal much..lol) and a warm bath; someone to share my day with and then snuggle up next to. In the morning, I roll over..kiss him, and off I am to prepare for my day ahead. That sounds like something from off a TV show. Does that happen anymore?! I know for me, if I was to decided to move in with someone or move someone in with me, my days would not play out exactly like that. It'll probably go more like this:


I arrive home from work at 10:30pm. Exhausted, and feet aching from my heels; which I only wore today because I had an event. Upon turning my key in the door I take off my shoes and breathe a sigh of relief. I look around the messy apartment and see him, at the dining room table on his laptop working. He's eating takeout, and doesn't look too happy.

"Hi baby" I squeal, and limp over to give him a kiss.
"Hey" he blandly retorts. "What happened around here? I thought you were going to do the laundry and make dinner?"

Knowing that I promised to do all of these things and more I quickly scramble for an excuse. As factual as my excuse may be I know it still won't cut it. "I know, but I've been so busy with work, and
I just haven't gotten around to it. You know I'm not very domestic hunnie. So....ooooh look those muscles, someone has been working out" *wink*

He obviously doesn't fall for it. Returns a stern look and wiggles out of my grasp.

Do you guys see where this is going? Shall I continue? I mean, after just the first 5 minutes of me walking through the door can you really and truly think I'm the live-in girlfriend type? LOL, I'll be the first to admit that I am not. Not unless you are an extremely understanding man, who does not mind laundry being done about once a month, or every one and a half months. If you are able to understand I work crazy hours, and after working those crazy hours I bring some of that work home with me. If anyone out there of the opposite sex can accept that I cannot cook, AT ALL, but am a master of takeout and will welcome me with open arms...then bless your heart!

While I have the TV's picture perfect, sometimes comedic view of cohabitation I am awfully realistic. I know I'm not able to take care of a man, I've just started taking care of myself to be quite honest. However, I do at times wish there was someone waiting on the other side of the door when I came home.  Maybe a puppy would suffice, but thats another major responsibility I have no time for.

Back to the subject at hand. I find men to be too demanding when it comes to women. They want the professional woman who works the 9-5, with the sexy business suit and 5" heels who can come home make a fabulous dinner and take care of the kids. While there are some superwomen like that who exist, I am not one of those. I can wear the fabulous suit with the heels, have intelligent conversations with the best of them and be great at office parties, but all the domestic stuff...nope that's not me. So where does one find a man who understands and appreciates that in this world of home cooked meals and Destiny Child's Cate to You being the theme? There are women who want no parts of it (just yet) and is fully comitted to everything else except cooking and cleaning. That can't be all bad...right? :-\

I mean...I do plan on doing all that stuff one day, just not today, or tomorrow, or even the day after that. Maybe, 5 years from now I'll be the superwoman. What about a superwoman in training...no one gives us credit! I think all superwomen in training need to be shown some appreciation and understanding.

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