First date: Drinking Coronas underage in the 1st Goodhue lounge where I am fairly certain I was still pumping him for information about his cute friend, Matt. That totally counts as a date, no?
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| 1st Hue! |
How many years together: Eleventy billion.
Age difference: 11-ish months. He's older.
Who was interested first: See above. I was interested in Matt.
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| Look! It's Matt! LOL. |
Who said I love you first: After eleventy billion years, it's really hard to recall ... but when we were in college, Gus would say "I love you" right before he fell asleep and then pretend that he couldn't remember saying it. He has this unique ability to fall asleep mid-sentence.
Most sensitive: It used to be me, but after eleventy billion years, I think it's him.
Most patient: Gus, until he isn't. It's definitely not me.
Loudest: Me. No question.
Better singer: Me. Perhaps not technically, but the entertainment value is high due to overenthusiasm.
Most stubborn: Tough call.
Falls asleep first: I go to bed first. Gus, however, can literally fall asleep while he's talking. See above.
Better cook: Wholly depends on what is being prepared.
Most organized: In the traditional sense, me. In the "I don't put anything where it belongs, but I know where it is and I remember that I used to have this particular cord, powerstrip, random other electronic component when I was 7 years old," then Gus.
Better morning person: Me. Again, no question.
Better driver: Gus, based solely on his allegation that he has received a standing ovation for his parking.
Most competitive: Really tough call. I mean, he may or may not have become a vegan so he could run faster than me ...
Happy Valentine's Day to my one and only!
