1. I love food.

A lot. I'm not afraid to eat. Luckily, he's one hell of a cook. Chef, practically. It's kind of hard to watch what I eat when I come home from work and he has pork ribs, baked potatoes, and broccoli on the stove. SO GOOD. No hiding my love for food in that situation…

2. Most days, I put zero effort into my appearance.

When we met, I put extra effort into my outfit, hair, and makeup because…well…I was single and didn't want to look frumpy. Now that we're together, if there's a day where I don't have to leave the house I never change out of my stretchy pants. And when I do leave the house, I wear a maxi skirt so I don't have to wear pants or shave my legs. In other words, I'm an 80-year-old grandma and he loves me for it.

3. I’m a bitter b***h.

Adulthood sucks. Constantly cleaning the house sucks. Paying bills sucks. Working 40 hours sucks. Some days I do anything to go back in time, live with my parents, and live care-free again. So I'm a little bitter about growing up. It's not his fault. And he gets it. Where's the fun in bills and chores? But he works hard, brings home a good paycheck, and does his share of the house work. And his share of the complaining about house work, too.

4. I fart.

Hey, I'm only human. It happens. We're all human. We all fart. After being in a relationship for 3+ years, farts become a game. Who can fart louder? How many baked beans and cabbage can we eat until we explode? And let's be honest, farts are funny!

5. I’m a nerd.

When we first met, I talked about all the crazy things I did in college. I talked about hunting at my cabin. I talked about the concerts I've been to. I talked about things that would make me seem cool. I didn't lie about anything, but I definitely focused on some topics more than others. In reality, I'm a major nerd. I love nonfiction books, biographies, memoirs, PBS specials, documentaries, nature shows, and investigative journalism shows.

I. LOVE. LEARNING. To my luck, he does to! We've spent many quiet evenings reading books next to each other on the couch. We watch nature shows together. We read field guides and then go bird watching or spotting for deer. Opening up brought us closer.

6. I’d rather hang out with guys.

Not always. I need my girl time, too. "Bitch fests," if you will. But a lot of times, guys are just easier to hang out with. I know so many women who are catty and judgmental of other women. They gossip behind each other's backs. Guys just say stuff straight to each other's faces. They might duke it out for a minute and then move on. So it's just easier for me (who has no filter) to hang out with people who are so straightforward.

Now, I thought this might seem weird to him when we first met. A girl who hangs out with guys all the time? She must be banging them all. So it took a while before I admitted this one. But it works out well. I don't mind when he drags me along to hang out with the guys because I get along with them pretty well – and a lot of their girlfriends, too.

And last but not least…

7. I poop.

Everybody poops. There's a book about it. But don't worry, I'll be brief. I tried to be ladylike for the first year and keep it discreet. But once you start living together, it's kind of hard to hide. I'm not saying you have to make an announcement, but it's nothing to be embarrassed by.