This morning I had my annual "girl doctor" appointment, and when I came through the doors with my infamous red purse and super-stuffed overnight bag hanging off my shoulders, the receptionist said, "Wow, going somewhere?"
I didn't want to give her an invitation into my personal life, but I also didn't want to lie, so I said, "No, I just came back from my boyfriend's place." She responds, "Tell him to give you a drawer!" So much for not getting personal. The truth is, my boyfriend has offered me a drawer, and we've talked about possibly moving in together, but honestly, until it's really time to make those steps, I'm happy with how things are. We hang out a few times a week, which works great for us because it keeps things fun and exciting. I feel like we still have so much more to experience together.
And after almost three and a half years together, I finally got the keys to his apartment. I don't know why, but I didn't really want them or feel like I needed them until recently. (I'm still getting used to the extra keys on my chain!)
The last thing I want to do is to sound judgmental and preachy, but I do think there is something to be said for taking things slow. I think too many times girls use things like getting the apartment keys or their own drawer as an indicator to where the relationship is going. Just chill out and have fun, and if you have confidence in the relationship, the rest will come.
This is just my humble opinion. I know that as an almost 29 year-old woman living in the 21st century, I am probably pretty alone on this one. All of my friends that are currently in wonderful, happy marriages lived together before sealing the deal. I think I may be the weird one here. Go ahead, call me old fashioned—I've been called worse ;)
If you missed the funny story about my read purse, click here.
I'm really curious to know: What are your thoughts on cohabitation?