Just An Old Married Couple

It has been ages since I posted a new blog. As it is for most people, for me, December was a whirlwind of work obligations, holiday gatherings, visiting family, planning resolutions for the New Year (this year, I decided to skip ahead and make resolutions that begin on January 2nd which involved quitting that new yoga class, giving up the low-carb diet and maintaining all of the unhealthy vices that carried me through 2011. Afterall, these are the kind of resolutions that assure success to an "overachiever," like me.) But, I've also been spending a lot of time the past couple of weeks hanging out with my gay husband, "Corky."

Although he doesn't live here full-time, Corky's job brings him to Louisville a week or two out of the month. When he's in town, Corky often stays at my place - my one-bedroom, one-bathroom, one-television with one comfortable seat in the living room place. And Corky is not one who travels lightly. For a five-day stay, he typically brings every piece in the set of his baby blue luggage packed with an outfit for every occasion (real or hypothetical,) a different bottle of cologne for each day (I'm not lying,) and more hair products than I've used in the last three years combined. But, we make do with the limited personal space of my one-person apartment and have a great time.

Like an ordinary couple, Corky and I spend the evenings catching up after a long day at our jobs, we order Chinese food, share a bottle of wine.... paint each other's nails (him whining that I got polish on his cuticles,) try on high heels and choose a movie based solely on the number of shirtless men it features. Like I said, just a regular couple. And like a regular (married) couple, the honeymoon is most definitely over in this relationship. Last weekend, as we reluctantly left the house for the evening, unwashed, unshaven and otherwise not giving a damn, I pointed out our utter lack of making an effort, to which Corky admitted that he'd be wearing his pajama pants if he hadn't shit them earlier in the week. Ah, yes. There are no secrets between these girlfriends.

As much as I tease poor Corky about his gypsy lifestyle sleeping on my couch and similarities with Kato Kaelin (just kidding, Cork!) I like having him as my part-time roommate and full-time GBF. I wouldn't trade our friendship, our "old married couple" ways or our week-long slumber parties for anything! Everyone should be so lucky.