Canadian Tuxedo Optional (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} michaelpop) wrote,@ 2008-03-20 11:42:00 |
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Hey, you gotta pay your dues before you pay the rent.
It's the first day of spring, and also 3 months since I turned 27, and a random stranger has yet to inquire how old I am. That would explain why just the other day I had to pause and think about how old I was. The revelation came thusly: Oh shit, I'm not 26! It would seem that the older you get the less people pay attention to things like age. Sometimes I forget that some of my friends are, like, in their 30s! A few years ago that would've seemed so old to me, but when you're staring down the barrel of 30 it stops being so funny. (Also, you're reminded of how fast time flies.) Amazing how just a few years can entirely change your perspective. The good news is that age isn't important anyway, right? Right. But I will say that I'm (probably overly) excited that my friends and I are entering the "marriage/baby" portion of our lives.
I'm flying out to Jacksonville tonight. The reason I'm going out there this particular weekend is because one of Lindsey's friends is getting married and Lindsey really wanted me to be her date. Our first wedding together, aww. Seeing as how we're in a very serious relationship, I'm sure we'll both be taking mental notes and such. (Oh, and friends? The good news is that we'll have an open bar. The bad news is you'll have to fly to Florida.) We've both been to our share of weddings, but none of the ones I've been to have ever been for close friends. So I think it's interesting to note that even though we're about the same age (she's 6 months younger) that a good majority of her friends (who are the same age) are already married and in some cases pregnant. I don't know what it means (if anything), but fuck, my friends and I are totally lagging by comparison. I mean, sure, some of my friends are living with their SOs, but none of them are even engaged yet. I know it's going to start happening soon, though, but before it does I really, really want to start a betting pool.
So even though no one's married or knocked up (yet!), at least people are cohabitating, which is step one. Or step two after "being in a long-term relationship". I'll be joining the fray come July when Lindsey moves out here and I'm nothing less than completely fucking pumped to the extreme. Originally we'd discussed moving into a new place together, but ultimately we realized that it's way more practical for her to move in with me first. Coming to that decision was a huge relief, because as much as I'd like to live closer to my friends, I also love my apartment and being so close to work. Also, I loathe moving. Of course, this signals the end to my luxurious bachelor's life, but I suppose one can only maintain a college dorm decorating aesthetic for so long. I just hope she lets me keep my Alfie poster up. Maybe if I promise to get it framed?
When I was younger it never crossed my mind that cohabitation was taboo. I always figured I'd live with my future wife before getting married. It's sort of like how not having sex before marriage was the most ludicrous notion ever. That just seems like a recipe for disaster on every level. So to me, cohabitation is a logical progression. But that's because I'm not a religious zealot. I suppose that's where the term "living in sin" comes from. I checked, and did you know that it's still technically illegal to cohabitate in 7 states? Including Florida! I mean, no one's going to jail for it, but still, the fact that there are still laws on the books for this kind of thing in the year 2008 blows my mind.
Apparently there are all kinds of statistics that say couples who live together before marriage are more likely to break up or get divorced, or to interpret it another way, take a look at all the couples you know who live together and 4 out of 5 of them aren't going to make it. That may be true, but tell me it's not worth taking that risk in exchange for cheaper rent and morning sex? You can't.
It's the first day of spring, and also 3 months since I turned 27, and a random stranger has yet to inquire how old I am. That would explain why just the other day I had to pause and think about how old I was. The revelation came thusly: Oh shit, I'm not 26! It would seem that the older you get the less people pay attention to things like age. Sometimes I forget that some of my friends are, like, in their 30s! A few years ago that would've seemed so old to me, but when you're staring down the barrel of 30 it stops being so funny. (Also, you're reminded of how fast time flies.) Amazing how just a few years can entirely change your perspective. The good news is that age isn't important anyway, right? Right. But I will say that I'm (probably overly) excited that my friends and I are entering the "marriage/baby" portion of our lives. I'm flying out to Jacksonville tonight. The reason I'm going out there this particular weekend is because one of Lindsey's friends is getting married and Lindsey really wanted me to be her date. Our first wedding together, aww. Seeing as how we're in a very serious relationship, I'm sure we'll both be taking mental notes and such. (Oh, and friends? The good news is that we'll have an open bar. The bad news is you'll have to fly to Florida.) We've both been to our share of weddings, but none of the ones I've been to have ever been for close friends. So I think it's interesting to note that even though we're about the same age (she's 6 months younger) that a good majority of her friends (who are the same age) are already married and in some cases pregnant. I don't know what it means (if anything), but fuck, my friends and I are totally lagging by comparison. I mean, sure, some of my friends are living with their SOs, but none of them are even engaged yet. I know it's going to start happening soon, though, but before it does I really, really want to start a betting pool.
So even though no one's married or knocked up (yet!), at least people are cohabitating, which is step one. Or step two after "being in a long-term relationship". I'll be joining the fray come July when Lindsey moves out here and I'm nothing less than completely fucking pumped to the extreme. Originally we'd discussed moving into a new place together, but ultimately we realized that it's way more practical for her to move in with me first. Coming to that decision was a huge relief, because as much as I'd like to live closer to my friends, I also love my apartment and being so close to work. Also, I loathe moving. Of course, this signals the end to my luxurious bachelor's life, but I suppose one can only maintain a college dorm decorating aesthetic for so long. I just hope she lets me keep my Alfie poster up. Maybe if I promise to get it framed?
When I was younger it never crossed my mind that cohabitation was taboo. I always figured I'd live with my future wife before getting married. It's sort of like how not having sex before marriage was the most ludicrous notion ever. That just seems like a recipe for disaster on every level. So to me, cohabitation is a logical progression. But that's because I'm not a religious zealot. I suppose that's where the term "living in sin" comes from. I checked, and did you know that it's still technically illegal to cohabitate in 7 states? Including Florida! I mean, no one's going to jail for it, but still, the fact that there are still laws on the books for this kind of thing in the year 2008 blows my mind.
Apparently there are all kinds of statistics that say couples who live together before marriage are more likely to break up or get divorced, or to interpret it another way, take a look at all the couples you know who live together and 4 out of 5 of them aren't going to make it. That may be true, but tell me it's not worth taking that risk in exchange for cheaper rent and morning sex? You can't.
