Thirty Something Vs. Twenty Something

Sometimes living with a young thirty something man when you are a young twenty something woman can be exasperating. And to be honest, we don’t actually live together. Also, he isn’t JUST a thirty something….he is OCC, ADD,, and above all RCD (relationship/commitment disorder). Sometimes a night with him is like trying to pick out my favorite pair of shoes to wear with my favorite pair of jeans to the hottest party with the hottest men. Impossible.

Sometimes I lay (lie?) on the couch wrong. Not really, but it feels that way. Sometimes I want to yell at him to just take a deep breath and relax. I guess this might be a difference he was referring to. But it isn’t my problem. No, I’m pretty sure it is him.

I’m clean. Hell I shower twice a day if I think I need it. And to be honest sometimes I do…sometimes we all do. I only leave my cups or garbage on the coffee table if I fall asleep on the couch and he gets up before me. I load the dishwasher. I rinse off my dishes, I wipe down the walls of his shower with a squeegee even though they aren’t even GLASS. Yes mam, we squeegee our plastic NOT GLASS shower walls. Maybe it helps. Maybe. But I don’t think so. And if I did….well I would still be annoyed. This also comes from the guy who hasn’t cleaned his mirror since he moved in.

Maybe I expect too much from him at times. Like yesterday when I said with a twinkle in my eye, “maybe we should run up stairs and take a little “break” before your roommate comes home”. He just sat there. He ANALYZED the rest of the things we had to do that night. He came to the conclusion that it would be better if we waited. Fine. That’s fine. I guess when you are thirty something having your twenty something girlfriend look at you pleading for sex just doesn’t do it anymore.

But he likes to be, and I quote, Chivalrous, He always offers to pay for my lunch/dinner/coffee….etc. It is really nice. He is old enough that he still believes a nice personality is better than fake boobs. He looks very handsome/dapper/OLD but sexy in dress pants and a button up shirt. His scruff is sexy. He always admits to self pleasure (hey, that’s okay, I do it too!). He told me he wouldn’t care if I peed in front of him. Not that I would. Although one time, just the other day in fact, I had to pee while he was in the shower….so I told him to turn and face the wall. Yes, we have a shower curtain, but I really hate peeing in front of people.

But still, he gets grouchy. He doesn’t even announce when it is coming. He will just grump at me for no reason. Frankly I hate the growlely bear version of him. I dis like being growled at in general. Especially when all I ever do is try to make things easier for him. I rub his ears when he is stressed. He never asked me to do this…..I just know it makes me feel better. I guess I give him what I want…..but perhaps what I want is not what he wants.

I just look at him. So uptight and tense, and I want to relax him. But maybe he is just a growley bear sort of man and I’ll either need to get used to it or suck it up and leave him.

But really? Who has to think about sex when someone is practically begging for it? I just don’t know. He needs to mellowdown....a very lot.

And how weird is it to Google search yourself? Very weird.