Since I moved in with my boyfriend, Andrew, I’ve started developing some very elderly tendencies. And it isn’t just me; Andrew has started showing signs as well. (I suspect he has always been a crotchety old man, but that’s a conversation for another time.) We are both in our 20s, and yet we are becoming what you might call “old.” Here’s a snapshot of pretty much our everyday.
THE TV STAYS ON THE SAME CHANNEL
It used to be locked into Game Show Network, and we would sit back and watch Steve Harvey class up “Family Feud” every night. Luckily, since then we have switched to HGTV and are obsessed with “Fixer Upper.” Let’s all please just pray that our next addiction is not the Hallmark Channel.
DINNER IS 6:30 SHARP
This is mostly my job: to have dinner ready when Andrew comes home. It isn’t that difficult, and I love cooking. But if we for some reason don’t eat right on time, we probably won’t eat that night. And count out even snacks after 8 p.m.
BEDTIME IS 10 AT THE LATEST
We start yawning at 8:30 p.m. (Fun and unrelated fact: Did you know that if you even read the word “yawn” at least three times, you’ll yawn? Yawn.) And we don’t hold it back; if we are tired, we’re going to bed ASAP. Neither of us even brings it up anymore, we just start getting ready for bed at 9:30 p.m.
“GOING OUT” MEANS COMING HOME AT 9
A couple of weeks ago, Andrew and I decided to have a Friday date night. So, we went to the bar and grabbed a drink, then went to Dave and Buster’s. You would think that a regular couple our age would stay out until at least 11 p.m., right? Ha! We got in the car to go home and realized that we left the arcade before the kids were kicked out.
ONE DRINK AND WE’RE DONE
Going out, staying in, it doesn’t matter; we have one drink and that’s about it for us. We try and try to say, let’s have tons of fun tonight and go out and blah blah blah. But it just doesn’t work; we’ve become lightweights. (On a side-note, we are both of drinking age and subscribe to the notion that you do not need to drink to have fun—more on that in a future article.)
WE ONLY TALK ABOUT OUR “KID”
Andrew and I have a puppy and her name is Sammy Davis Jr. Jr. Basically, we are obsessed with her and are overly proud pup parents. Honestly, whenever someone asks about what is new in general or with Sammy, we just gloat. She’s the greatest.
At the end of a long day, I don’t think that I could be 21. I need to come home to my grouchy old man, watch some TV, and catch up on all of my sleep.
