Luckily the lady finds my need for order cute. The wedding invites are stamped and ready four months ahead of schedule, I know exactly where all nine remotes I own are, and I could send a Christmas card to your parents in Iowa if I wanted to. Order for me is the fresh breath of comfort that I constantly strive to accomplish, but it's not always for my satisfaction.
In the beginning, I cut the lady a break. She was just starting off in Chicago, so I couldn't see making her spring for half the bills. Getting her financial feet planted firmly on the ground, her share of the bills increased. Currently, we are even steven. If I pick up a bag of spinach, she owes me two dollars. She doesn't pay for my onions, and I don't pay for her glutten-free bread.
I'm the fairest person you'll ever meet. I might be annoying while being fair, but you'll never accuse me of cheating you. That rice-crispie treat was not only cut with precision, but you'll get pick of the halves. When large groups dining out are involved, I don't mind being in charge of the bill because, unlike some, I can accurately add tax and tip to a bill. If you underpay, I have no qualms telling you. That said, I occasionally get stuck throwing in a few extra bucks, but I sleep better knowing the tip was adequate.
Being this down the middle only applies to tangible, monetary situations. I don't mind cooking nearly every meal the lady and I eat and, if I don't feel like cooking, we'll order out. However, you'll then have to worry about the asian ladies getting their paws on me, as well as paying for exactly half of the take out.
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I'm envious of your order - chaos and disorder is the norm for me at home, even though I fight it every single day. And lose. I can be insanely organized at work, but somehow that doesn't translate to home.
And my least favorite part with dining out with other people is watching the money get pooled together and knowing that, despite what I say, the tip is going to be short. The bigs things in life don't eat as me nearly as much as the petty things.
The Mrs and I started kicking into a communal pool and entered the "my money is your money" pretty early on, but after 10+ years together we still haven't merged the record and CD collections. Money's no big deal, but CD.....
Text book Virgo. Love it!
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