Saturday Night – flying solo, Sweetie?
No Doubt about it…When you live alone – Saturday nights, you can put on a green mud mask, take a leisurely bubble bath, condition your hair with that super-stinky-phenomenal-very expensive-pink lotion, hop in bed with a dinner of popcorn and wine– and watch The Crown, Big Little Lies or Billions.
You can read all the glossy magazines, talk on the phone and plan the following day’s calendar, complete your Gratitude list, touch up your nails, do 20 minutes of yoga…and binge on Netflix. And, make the Triple Chocolate Brownies for Book Club the next night…In your nightgown.
You get the last glass of that fabulous Kapriva Chardonnay; the last Piece of my heart Pizza, or the slice of triple chocolate cake from Le Grande Cake Maker…and you can watch Free Premimum Channels on On Demand…every night.
Living together: Dose of Reality
Most Guys – don’t get “All of the above.”
Men are creatures of habit, and in need of real meals- on a daily basis.
(Note to self: Popcorn with protein packing Parmesan Cheese does not a meal make…)
Living together requires compromise, meal planning, give and take, negotiations, agreements, and a treat treaty now and then…
Trade off? You have a best friend, a partner, a live-in confidant, someone to share Life With on a Daily Basis…and to multiply the joy with – and delete some of the duress – who really doesn’t care about the stinko conditioner, who likes Frank Sinatra and will grow to love quinoa, Malbec and popcorn, ‘Big Little Lies, Bull, ‘and ‘The Good Wife’ and will introduce you to a whole new world…
What? You’ve never heard of Suits, NCIS, the Super Bowl, the World Series, THE PGA, the WCC, the AT&T…
It’s all about sharing…