Two weeks ago my girlfriends apartment was robbed. Afterwards, I invited her to stay with me since it was no longer safe there. She accepted. This was my very first experience with living with a girlfriend. The following are my observations…

• Girls love to hang their bra’s on door knobs. I don’t know what the deal is. Perhaps she’s trying to mark her territory…I don’t know.
• Whenever I get home and turn on my TV, it’s either on Lifetime or (more times than not) ABC Family. This takes me by surprise. “What the hell was I watching last night,” I’ll ask. Then I’ll remember that I’m not the only one there anymore and realize that it was probably my girlfriend watching Gilmore Girl reruns or Bring It On 32.
• My time spent watching sports, playing video games and watching old cartoons has dropped a good 80-90% in the last two weeks.
• She’s way better than me at You Don’t Know Jack.
• I’ve been forced pressured into trying new things. Some things are good (Tom & Chee, First Watch) others are not so good (Avocado’s)
• My girlfriend doesn’t know who Hacksaw Jim Duggan is, and that breaks my heart.
• Two weeks in and I’ve yet to see, hear or smell her goto the bathroom, thus my lifelong belief that girls dont poop is still intact.