Day...1...?

Two summers ago, when Alex and I first met, I hoped I wouldn't have to break another heart or fight off another stalker. (Ok, maybe that's stretching it a teensy bit.) I certainly had no hope or desire of it turning into something, for lack of a better term, serious. Somewhere along the line, a terribly unexpected thing happened...I fell in love. The doctors tell me there is no prescription to fix this ailment. And Jack, Johnny and Jose can't make it go away, even temporarily. I'm in big trouble.

When Alex recently asked me to move in with him, I believe "shocked" would describe my reaction. It wasn't something I had expressed any interest in doing and it came out of left field, as far as I'm concerned. Although, after several months of consideration (maybe it was a day or two but who's counting) I decided it was a great idea. I think those exact words may have even passed my lips on more than one occasion. My thought was, I have this great relationship with this GREAT man, what could be better than being able to see him anytime I want? Take a moment, won't you, to add this to the list of other famous last words: We don't need a condom, I'll just pull out; It'll only hurt for a second; and my favorite, WATCH THIS.

It's been a month since we moved in. And that first week was nothing short of amazing. I couldn't wait to wake up in the morning to make us a pot of coffee and cook breakfast and then rush home to make us a nice dinner and then just sit next to him on our new couch doing, well, anything. I would lay in bed watching him sleep (cut to "Psycho" soundtrack) just thinking about how perfect my life had become.

That was the first week. And this is now...

I find myself laying in bed, forcing my eyes to stay closed longer than his, just hoping that HE will make ME breakfast today. And think to myself damn him for liking his coffee black and not even CARING if there is no creamer in the fridge for MY coffee! And as I lay in bed at night, hoping that he will find my Hanes sweatpants and stained T-shirt pajamas be be repulsive enough to find me resistable for this night, I'm now thinking to myself How in the HELL to people make this shit work?!

What Alex and I have going for ourselves, other than my looks and his brains, of course, is that we truly did have a great relationship before taking this enormous step. We had already ironed out the kinks that most couples who don't live together end up facing. However, now we are faced with so many obstacles in our everyday lives that risk ruining this Christine And Alex Show. I can honestly say that had I thought this would be so challenging, I would have run the other way. But I'm no quitter. Certainly not now that I sold all of my belongings and rented out my house.

One of my solutions...start a blog. I recently saw the movie "Julie & Julia" and together, with only minimal protest, we decided that it might be beneficial for other couples moving in together to read about some of the little issues and how we deal with them, or don't. It could even be better than therapy. For me, that is. (Although, feel free to pay me for my time if you feel I have helped you in any way.)

I am going to tell you my feelings, good, bad AND ugly, every single day and see if, at the end of 365 days, we are still living. I mean together, of course.