I will post a real blog soon, but with all these lines in my head - my spite was only hurting myself, you were right Emily - there's not much room for anything else. OK, on to the meh-meh! (It's about one's current relationship, so if you don't want to vom, you can stop reading now).
What are your middle names? Mine is Melton (my mom's maiden name) and Mitch's is Scott (his dad's first name; also, funnily enough, my dad's middle name; ALSO ALSO, my mom is Jane and his is Jean - crazy, no?)
How long have you been together? It's going to be three years soon. Feb/Mar is as close to an anniversary as we come.
How long did you know each other before you started dating? About a year a half. We met close to the very first day of college - well, maybe the actual first but I don't remember - in our Italian class (taught by Professoressa Irwin, btdubs). And we were both in the same Italian class all of freshman year and we saw each other doing theatre things too.
Who asked out whom? I told Mitch I liked him first. Right before Christmas break of sophomore year. He didn't reciprocate - was actually with someone at the time - but did ask if we could remain friends. Then, after Christmas, we were both in the Witness Intersession full-length. I'd gotten over it over the break. I knew I had to since we were going to be in this play together, and the break was pretty stressful with dad getting sick with diverticulitis and all. But anyway, we spent quite a lot of time together that January and the night of the cast party of the show, he said that, crazily enough, he liked me now. He was very concerned that I didn't think he was messing with me/really apologetic that he was asking for what he'd turned down before. But of course I was like OH THAT'S OK HUG PLEASE and then we went from there.
How old are each of you? I'm 22 and he's 23. June and January of '86, respectively.
Whose siblings do you see the most? Since I do not have any siblings, let's say all four of Mitch's.
Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple? Being apart is hard for us. Like this fall, when I was in Jersey doing the two plays and he was in Cleveland staying with his parents. We're good at talking on the phone, butwe definitely don't like it and it can be hard sometimes. Also, sometimes we don't "get things out" very well so issues linger below the surface and become a bigger deal than they ever were to begin with. We're too considerate of each other; also, I don't like talking much.
Did you go to the same school? Hopkins, yes. High school, me at St. Cat's and him at Shaker Heights High in Cleveland.
Are you from the same hometown? Nuh-uh.
Who is smarter? This is a tough one. Mitch knows a lot of trivia, but I really hold my own against him in Jeopardy. And I think I can safely say I'm better at Wheel of Fortune. He's definitely a better creative writer than I am, but I might have him in analytical writing - or at least I enjoyed it more, so that means I'm better? I'm a faster reader. He's a better cook. He's also much better at waking up than I am. However, I'm going to have to say it's a tie.
Who is the most sensitive? Another tough one. Mitch is, as he says, "a man with feelings." And as I said above, I'm not much for talking. But I am a sensitive person more apt to be the crier. Gosh, but it might be him though. Yeah, maybe Mitch.
Where do you eat out most as a couple? Oh my goodness anywhere and everywhere. I love eating out. It's like my preferred method of food-getting. In Baltimore we regularly frequented all the Charles Village eateries - One World, Tamber's, Donna's. Here in New York we're enjoying the diners of our neighborhood especially - Gracie's and Midnight Express. But yeah, I'll go anywhere and since I'm usually buying, Mitch more than gladly tags along. We both love food. But I'm really trying to not go out so much. We've got a full fridge and that food must be eaten! Also, money.
Where is the furthest you two have ever traveled together as a couple? That'd be London, England - Intersession of our junior year with Peter.
Who has the craziest exes? Mitch has more and yes, I call them all crazy/flawed/insufficient/worthy-of-hate in one way or another.
Who has the worse temper? Probably Mitch, but it doesn't come out very often.
Who does the cooking? Mitch, and I love it. Though I have been doing a bit more lately. I can make food for myself, but even if I come up with the idea for dinner, Mitch is going to be the main executor.
Who is the neat freak? Me moreso than he. I get into little fits of cleanliness every once in a while. We're kind of borderline slobs though. Well, no, we're better than we used to be.
Who is more stubborn? OK, I'm getting a bit tired of this (haven't eaten yet) so I asked Mitch who was more stubborn and he says, and I quote: "You. Because you're so bad at realizing when I'm right. Which is always." Then, more seriously, "Both of us are pretty stubborn, more stubborn than people would realize."
Who hogs the bed? Mitch is bigger, but I spread out more. And when he gets up I move to his pillow, so, yeah, me.
Who wakes up earlier? Haha, that's a good one. Mitch, of course.
Where was your first date? I really don't remember. But I just asked Mitch and he said "Cafe Q" - where I first told him I liked him, which is SWEET - but I guess maybe that cast party.
Who is more jealous? Me. Though he doesn't like it when I kiss boys in plays.
How long did it take to get serious? It happened quicker than either of us were anticipating. All of a sudden we were just kind of spending all our free time together. We pretty much lived together the summer between sophomore and junior years, which was about four months-ish from when we first started dating. Maybe it's kind of always been serious.
Who does the laundry? Me. But he'll help fold.
Who's better with the computer? Mitch I'd say. He's definitely more into it, at least - making it work well and discovering new things and stuff like that. I just need my facebook.
Who drives when you are together? More often me, I'd say. But it's kind of circumstantial, like I had the Zipcar account in Baltimore, so I had to drive; in Jersey when he would come to visit, I'd just keep driving my mom's car. If we're in Cleveland, he'll drive. On long trips, we split it up fifty-fifty.
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