After dating someone for two and a half years, you learn a lot about them . Especially if you lived with them. Aaron always seems so perfect to me. Born in March 1982, he stands five feet and ten inches tall with brown hair and black, curly hair. He’s athletic built, weighing about 175 pounds. He always did seem to fit just right in my arms. But over time, new habits formed and a new attitude developed. Looking back on it now, I wonder how we ever managed to stay together so long.
I use to think Aaron was absolute. For the longest time he could do no wrong in my eyes. By now though, I slowly see plenty of things that make me take a step back and do a double take. For example, I never knew it could take a man an hour to get ready to go to Wal-Mart. That hour includes a lengthy, boiling hot shower ( that uses up all the hot water by the way), getting his hair fixed and going through quite a few outfits. I never understood quite the reason why he fixed his hair up. He always wore a beanie everywhere he went.
Another thing about Aaron that would drive anyone nuts is how he would never clean up after himself. He would leave his dishes on the table or in the sink( if you were lucky enough to get him to take them over there) and hair on the bathroom sink after he trimmed his facial hair. When he would come in from work, he would just leave his nasty, foul-smelling clothes either in the living room floor and laying about six inches away from the laundry basket. Keep in mind, he was unloading trucks from about four P.M. until about one A.M. five days a week. Do you know how utterly disgusting his socks were? Find one that has been under the bed for about two weeks and get back to me on that one. You’ll definitely get my point then.
Last but more certainly not least, is his ability to over procrastinate. Everything that needs to be done gets pushed back until the day after the last minute. Unless it is something he wants to do of course, like going out partying after work and getting wasted to the point he is unable to come home until mid-afternoon the next day, then he gets it done the minute it rolls off of his lips. Back in late April 2007, the baby fell out of the buggy while we were shopping at Wal-Mart. It took almost two weeks for Aaron to finally take us to the doctor. That is where I get over procrastination from.
I sit back often and think about the past four years I have known Aaron. I remember how I use to see him. He was flawless, he glowed when I looked at him and I never stopped smiling when I thought of him. Looking at it now, I think it’s funny how time can change the way you view someone. I’m pretty sure he maybe be someone else’s best friend, the person that they build themselves up on and he may be and awesome person to other people as well, but I’m past all that. I’ve lived with him, been there and done that. I even got a souvenir. I still can not see what kept us together for nearly three years.
{{ This is an essay I'm turning in for my Eng 101 class on Monday. Im *extremely* proud of it}}
