Robert deserves a friggin’ medal.
Not a ribbon. Not a certificate. A medal with his face on it.
“Why?” you ask. Because he has chosen to love– and live with– allllll of this.
I have a very limited filter, the sense of humor of a 12-year-old boy, a passion for cheese and an abhorrence for pants. And bras.
Most evenings you can find me singing to my dog or practicing my dance moves while I make dinner. I actually broke my iPhone because it fell out of my pocket while I was twerking in the kitchen. Not my proudest moment.
Despite all of this, Robert accepts me for who I am and complements my quirks with those of his own.
Living together isn’t always easy, but we are certainly never bored.
Dr. Seuss nailed it on the head when he said, “We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”
Finding someone who loves your entire being– even the inner trekkie fan, or the competitive curling enthusiast in you– is something incredibly special.
It’s even more wonderful when you’re both totally bizarre and can feel completely safe to be yourselves together.
But, when you move in, don’t be surprised if you discover some things about your dearest that you weren’t expecting.
Committing to share a home, a life and a future with someone means you have to be prepared for the avalanche of weird headed your way.
To make it work you must be understanding and open-minded, while also knowing when it’s time to compromise.
If It Makes You Happy, It Can’t Be That Bad
Even though Robert comes across as the normal half of our duo, his weirdness lurks below the surface.
First of all, no normal human being casually grows a handlebar mustache. Those are generally reserved for Ron Swanson, hipsters and civil war veterans.
Although, he did get a military discount at a sandwich shop once because the cashier thought he looked like a civil war general…
I’m sure if I protested enough, he would shave it off in a heartbeat, but I want him to have the freedom to decide for himself.
I don’t want to be the type of girlfriend who dictates what he wears, what his hair looks like or where he goes. He’s a grown man, and I trust his judgement.
It’s a unique fashion choice, but I know he takes pride in it, and I think he looks quite dashing, really.
Your boo may have odd hobbies or adventurous facial hair, but if it makes them truly happy, it’s hard to argue with.
Hopefully you get the same kind of support for your own choices.
As long as the facial hair doesn’t hinder any make-out sessions, and the hobbies are legal, there is no reason you shouldn’t attempt to understand their interests.
Despite being only 26 years old, Robert definitely lives “the dad life.”
Achy back, early bedtime and woodworking skills aside, Robert’s love of “dad jokes” is an integral part of his slightly curmudgeonly persona.
While I prefer jokes of the phallic or flatulent genres, Robert will positively guffaw over anything punny or kind of lame.
The meme above is one of his personal favorites. I have even caught him chuckling to himself, simply because he started thinking about it again.
One way I ensure that he gets his fill of laughter is by finding pictures or jokes on Pinterest that are right up his alley.
He, in turn, forwards me any inappropriate jokes he happens upon, and even allowed me to draw an alarmingly detailed member on the sheetrock of our kitchen during renovations. Unfortunately, it had to be painted over due to silly reasons like, “the neighbors can see it,” and “Hannah, my parents are coming to visit.”
The constant flow of laughter is one of my favorite parts of our relationship, and brings us closer together.
Inside jokes, playful teasing and belly laughs are key to making your love feel more like play than work. Life can be stressful, but coming home to a joyous environment will make your relationship a haven.
Haters Gonna Hate
One of our shared traits is that we don’t really give a hoot what people think about us.
When out on the town, we can usually be found busting out some interesting dance moves, even if no one else is on the floor, because “nobody puts baby in a corner.”
We are rarely embarrassed by each other, because we are usually out there making fools of ourselves together.
We are secure in ourselves and in our relationship, and feel equally comfortable to pop, lock and drop it in the middle of a bar, a grocery store or our own living room.
Remember that you are always on each other’s team. If your partner is bombing on stage at karaoke night, instead of pretending you don’t know that person who sounds like a dying cat, get up there and be their backup dancer.
Don’t be so worried about what other people think that you forget what really matters.
If you can’t support each other in your moment of weirdness, who will?