Playing House: How My Boyfriend and I Survived One Week of Living Together

Lately I've had some apartment issues— which would read like a Danielle Steel novel, if I gave you guys all the details. Suffice to say, I needed a stay-cation to get out of my place and escape my residency woes. Luckily there was room a la Casa de Boyfriend.

Now usually I would pack a bag, give him the heads up and crash. But of course "Scruffy" wanted to change things up this time around. So, he made me a key, asked me to be his roommate and move-in... for 7 days only.

Like the average NYC-girlfriend, I have the luxury of bouncing between his and my place as often as possible, since he's only a couple subway stops away. This new arrangement, however, meant dual cleaning schedules, dual cooking schedules and dual hanging out schedules—no ring included.

I'm not going to bore you with the bland details of hours of Netflix watching (I was determined to watch every season of The Office) and arguing over who should do the dishes (Answer: the person who didn't cook), but I can share three big things I learned:

1. We speak different "languages"

Everyone has their own "love language," and your guy may not be speaking yours at 7am with his morning breath. All jokes aside, I found out that Scruffy's "love language" is touch and he love, love, loves early morning and afternoon (and basically all day) affection. Back rubs, kisses, hand massages— he loves it all! I, on the other hand, can go all day without kissing and think nothing of it. My love language is quality time, so I appreciate him listening intently while I go on and on about my crazy work day. Because we're in a partnership, I had to learn to appease him and he had to do the same, which took some adjusting of attitudes.2. I'm not totally perfect