There are some days I quite like being a lady of leisure. Well, except for the fact that the name "Lady of Leisure" implies that you swan around, spending all your time shopping, cooking, or being adored. For me, it's more likely to imply that I'm unemployed, doss around, watch a shitload of TV and do a lot of thinking. ANYway, yesterday was very much what I imagine being a Lady of Leisure would be like. Got the bus into town to meet Joe for lunch and ended up going shopping to kill some time, as I was meeting him after work, too. (Not to mention I had a recent wage burning a hole in my bank account)
It was fantastic, a completely dizzying experience. I'd forgotten just how brilliant it is to actually have money to go shopping with - god knows, I haven't done it in a while. Yes, it was all in Primark, but worth it, totally worth it.
I BOUGHT:
A pair of pink/purple shiny long triangle earrings
A thigh-length mustard yellow jumper/dress
Socks (mine keep disappearing)
A sparkly silver bangle
A pair of brown, knee-length high heeled killer boots (wanted some for ages)
And they were GORGEOUS! Got changed in the nearest possible loo, and strutted merrily down the street, trying to ignore the fact that a) the jumper-dress was producing alarming amounts of sweat per minute and b) the boots, having left the shop, were making the transition from "sexy" to "crippling." Met Joe after work and shared a tram home.
We were supposed to be going swimming, but for the 5th week in a row, some accursed children were holding another gala, leaving a pissed-off Joe to suggest bowling instead. He won all 3 games but remained in a bad mood all night, grrrr...... At the risk of sounding unsupportive, he's so annoying when he gets moody, sometimes.
Tuesday - was quite exciting. Met Joe for lunch again, and (in a vicious explosion of "I'm so fucking fed up of being unemployed") decided to go in every single building I passed on the way home, asking for jobs. And would you believe it, I was sucessful. The first hotel I encountered, and not only was it dead posh, but they gave me an application form to fill in ON THE SPOT. Or should I say on a very low glass-topped awkwardly-placed table (think Will Smith in "Men in Black"). But still, all very exciting. Having said that, there was another reason I left to find a job with such fire in my belly. Quite a big reason really (In fact, it seems that all of these big Life revelations and happenings are all coming at once).
Put frankly: Over lunch, over a Subway, Joe asked me to move in with him. LET ME EXPLAIN!! We were talking about how desperately we hated living at home, still, and wanted to get away. Especially since he's 26 and all. After a long talk of how much fun it'd be to be able to afford your own space, etc... etc.... and after a hell of a lot of "umm"-ing and "errr"-ing, he basically came out with it.
Folks, I am stunned. Trouble is, there's such a massive, gigantic part of me that's screaming "YES YES YES!!!!!" to the idea, but the practical part of me (maybe located on my elbow) is saying; "Hang on, slow the hell down." Any thoughts? I welcome any advice, as usual. I sat there, attractively gawping at him as he reassured me I didn't have to agree, mentally running over a list of Pros and Cons, as outlined:
PROS OF LIVING WITH JOE:
I'd see him all the time
I could be forgiven for expecting sex on tap (and would possibly get it too)
I could cook. EVERY SINGLE NIGHT.
I would be all grown-up and proper and a normal independant human being at last.
It would be wicked to have someone with a logical brain (i.e: Joe) sort the bills, taxes and all that depressing shit out for me.
We could hang out and watch TV and do what we normally do - BUT I WOULDN'T HAVE TO GO HOME AFTERWARDS.
I would finally have somewhere to put my massive poster collection.
He has a 27 inch. TV, you deviants...... And also a Freeview box, and an XBOX!!
I have a shitload of furniture and devices from uni days, so we could get an unfurnished flat. Cheaper, as I understand......
He could invite his groovy mates round and we could have Wii tournaments and get really pissed and have fun!
We could share showers, and therefore water!
He's an excellent cook.
He is quite understanding, and would therefore not be bothered if I took off for an hour or so to read in solitude.
I would get away from all the nagging and pestering and live my life as I want to (*cough* Mum)
I would have someone to share the rent with (i.e: CHEAPER!)
Joe doesn't mind cooking and is quite tidy. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!
CONS OF LIVING WITH JOE:
I would see him all the time. Wouldn't that take some of the mystery away?
He is massively childish sometimes. After a few weeks of this, wouldn't I flip and hit him with a saucepan or something? Having said that, I am the Queen of Repressing things. But what if that erupted in the form of a tumour?
Some of the privacy would go. I don't even like going to the loo in his house..... but living together? I would HAVE to!!
Just SUPPOSING we broke up (can't see it happening, but STILL) it would be..... well, I'm sure you can guess.
I'd have to be all grown-up and independant and actually think about things.
We've only been seeing each other 5 months. Is that too soon?
Would feel slightly uncomfortable putting Michael Jackson posters up. Have a feeling Joe's not a huge fan.....
He doesn't call them "flats" he calls them "professional apartments." Can I really LIVE with someone like that??!
When it's "Lady time" I wouldn't be able to withdraw gracefully for a week, he'd actually be there, and KNOWING about it.
Anyway, have a long time to think about it. We're thinking maybe after Christmas, if it actually goes ahead (and we get some motherfricking jobs sometime soon). All advice gratefully received!
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Current Mood: baffled and scared
Current Music: "Give" - Tori Amos
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