Wesley and Me

I like memes.  Memes are fun.  Memes are festive.  Best of all, memes give me cheap blog fodder when I’m stumped for ideas!  I was originally going to blog about how Wes proposed to me (like I said, idea famine going on today) but decided to pull out this meme I got from Dooce awhile back instead.  It’s a series of trivial little questions about marriage and I thought it would be a fun thing to write about.

Should you read this meme, and decide that it sounds like fun, by all means participate in the comments section or do it on your blog and leave the link in the comments.  Either way, I win.  I think we can all agree that everything is generally better whenever I get to say that I win.


Look! High school sweetheart!

How long have you been together? We started dating seven years ago and got married three years ago.  If you were so inclined, you could call Wes my high school sweetheart.

How long did you know each other before you started dating? One year.  The day we met, Wes thought to himself “I just met my future wife” but didn’t ask me out for another year.

Who asked whom out? Wes asked me out.  He called and suggested we go for a walk together.  We met up, spent about an hour walking and laughing, and then he kissed me.  He didn’t call me again for a month after that and I was convinced that I was the worst kisser ever.  It’s distinctly possible I’m still mad at him for doing that.

How old are each of you? I’m 23, Wes is 28.  This age difference becomes less of a big deal every year, but back when he was 21 and I was 16 it was downright illegal.

Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple? I have a long, brutal history with depression and it’s one of the few things we have difficulty facing together.  If I’m having a bad day/week/month, it’s very difficult for me to communicate well and, as such, Wes can’t pick up the cues he needs to avoid stepping on landmines.  As I get better at dealing with it (I’ve been off meds for about two years now) I get better at giving Wes the information he needs, but it’s still a huge challenge for us.

Did you go to the same school? Not hardly (please see above re: 5 year age difference).  Wes did drive for three hours each way to see me when I was going to school up at Western Washington University though!  He went to school for music production and I went to Northwest University (after Western Washington University {after Bellevue Community College}) to get my degree in psychology.

Are you from the same home town? Nope.  I was born and raised in southern California until the tender age of 14, wherein I moved to the arctic wilds of the Pacific Northwest.  Wes was technically born in California but moved here when he was three weeks old.  He’s lived in the same city since he can remember.

Who is smarter? Hehe, if this isn’t a loaded question I’m not sure what is.  While I do have the uncanny ability to be right almost all the time, Wes’ IQ is technically higher (he tests well into the genius range).  Our strengths are in almost diametric opposition: He’s great with spatial reasoning, my verbal skills are off the charts.  We’re both musically talented, can pick up foreign languages with ease, and ingest huge sums of information accurately and quickly.  I’m not sure it’s possible to answer this question.

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Who is the most sensitive? I am.  By far.  I’m pretty sure this answer surprises no one.

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple? Jordan.  Technically, it’s east of Israel so I’m almost positive that it’s the farthest we’ve ever been from home as a couple.

Who has the craziest exes? I guess I do?  Wes only ever dated nice church girls, and I once dated a guy who had a lip ring, so I guess that’s that.

Who has the worst temper? I do.  Wes’ temper is like a pot of cold water you’re trying to boil, whereas my temper is like the pot of water that was boiling just a second ago.

Who does the cooking? It depends.  Mostly I do, but Wes has a talent for cooking chicken that will not be ignored.  If the meal involves onions, though, forget it.  Wes cannot tolerate the smell of raw onion.  This may explain why I do most of the cooking.

Who is the neat-freak? I am.  I gave Wes fair warning about that when we got married, though, so this was not a surprise for him.  It occurs to me that, between the sensitivity and the temper and the crazy exes, I’m not coming off too well in this thing, am I?

Who is more stubborn? Wes and I just tried to discuss who might be more stubborn and we couldn’t agree because we each maintain that we’re more stubborn than the other.  This argument goes unresolved still, so I’m assuming that answers that question nicely.  Just for the record, though?  I am way more stubborn than Wes is.  Compared to me?  He’s JV stubborn whereas I’ve been playing for the Major Leagues since birth.

Who hogs the bed? I am a notorious blanket thief, but neither of us hogs the bed because our bed is teeny and you can’t hog what no one has.

Where was your first date? The wilderness.  We went for a walk.

Who’s better with the computer? As much as I would love to maintain that I’m a geek and therefore better with the computer, I must allow Wes this small victory.  He has magical computer abilities that I never will.  He designed this blog, figured out how to host it right and set it up correctly, and removed a virus from my hard drive yesterday.  He’s awesome.

Who drives when you’re together? Wes, because I’m a horrible driver and we both know it.

That’s it, friends.  I did it.  If you’d like to participate, feel free to leave off whatever questions you don’t feel like answering.  I sure did (I’m absolutely certain you don’t care who does laundry at our house) but you’re free to be as long or short winded as you like.  If you figure out a way to condense it more than I did, mazel tov!  If not, whatevs.

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