The unthinkable has happened. This cougar has taken in a den-mate. Yep, The Man has moved in.
Naturally, I’ve had various thoughts on this. Okay, first off he’s going to majorly cramp my cougarness. I can’t be seen walking around with the same guy all the time. Who the hell is going to attempt to pick me up a the bar on Friday night when they figure out that I’m in all tight with someone? There goes my game. Hello Friday night football. Shit.
I would have thought the above to be my major concern with this cohabitation weirdness. I was wrong. My main concern is what The Man showed up with on moving day. Let me give you the full picture if you have, oh, 10 seconds:
-one stereo with 4, yes 4 speakers
-a gigantic old-school TV (no, not a beautiful 52″ flat screen)
-a lava lamp
-roughly 12 boxes of miscellaneous stuff
-two cans of tuna, one can of salmon, one can of cannellini beans
-one pack of open whole-wheat pasta
-a frying pan
So, it’s been a week and I’m kind of past the point of bolting, and I think I’m almost over the “what the hell?”, and I’m nearly beyond the “um, what exactly am I getting out of this?”
I must admit getting cream that much more smoothly into my coffee in the morning has added value to my life. Other than that, I’m not sure quite what I’ve signed up for. I guess I’ve willingly let the man-child in and I have to keep on walking proud in my heels and push-up bra. I need to accept his lack of
much of anything really assets and love the person, right?
To that end, I think I’ll whip us up a romantic meal of tuna sandwiches tonight with a side of pasta, get myself all made up, turn on a ball game and try not to cry into my cannellini bean loaf dessert.