“How I met your father…” or stuff about me & my DH

This particular survey appeared on Dooce, but she got it from Facebook, so I’m now posting it here. The questions are supposed to be asked in the context of yourself and your partner (husband/wife or however you like to play it).

What are your middle names?
My middle name is Claire. C-L-A-I-R-E. I’m only spelling it because most people gloss over it. Steve calls me Claire. It is not his other lover.

Steve’s middle name is…..hahahahaha! Gotcha! I can’t reveal such privileged information. No seriously. Our wedding invitations didn’t even have his middle name on them; just “E.” I truly believe that he would serve me with divorce papers if I divulged such information. I will tell you that it is researchable. But I won’t tell you where either.

How long have you been together?
We’ve been married 6 years, 8 months, and 25 days. Since I don’t count anniversaries of “dating” I can’t really tell you how long we’ve been together together, but it was somewhere around 6 years maybe?

How long did you know each other before you started dating?
Steve and I met in 1996 when he hit me in the face with a volleyball at a high school party. We didn’t start dating until 2003, so that means we knew each other for 7 years. (Better phrased it took me 7 years to get over my bruised ego and it took him 7 years to realize that beneath the geeky exterior, I was a very beautiful woman.)

Who asked whom out?
Technically, I bribed his father to get him to ask me. Technically, also, I think I got impatient when he finally called to ask me out on said date and said something to the effect of, “So, did you want to go to dinner or something?” Steve isn’t known for being particularly direct. He likes to tell stories.

How old are each of you?
I will always be younger than he is. Only a year separates us, but that’s enough to make me not have to order Senior coffee at McD’s for an entire year when he has to!

Whose siblings do you see the most?
I guess that we would by default have to see his siblings the most since I have no siblings. Also since there are 7 of them (Steve’s the youngest) that would massively overrule any number of siblings that I might have. With all 7 of them living within a 20 mile radius of each other, the odds of bumping into one of them is vastly increased.

Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?

Did you go to the same school?
No. In high school (when we weren’t dating and Steve probably wouldn’t have given me the time of day) we went to rival schools. I doubt that the stars could have aligned enough to allow him to make the same bizarre college choices that I did had he decided that he was going to attend college.

Are you from the same home town?
No. The clear difference here is that I’m a Southerner and he’s a Yankee. Damn Yankees.

Who is smarter?
If you ask me this question I would have to respond me. If you ask him… you might get a different answer. If you get down to strictly test scores, Steve scored several thousand points higher on the SATs than I did. My SAT scores seemed to indicate that I fell somewhere between a slug and a rock. Steve’s SAT scores seemed to indicate that he falls somewhere between a genius and a college graduate. Truly though I think our dogs are smarter than the lot of us.

Who is the most sensitive?
Ahem. Next question.

Where do you eat out most as a couple?
Market Table Bistro in Lovettsville. I’m the mayor on Foursquare… ÜH is the “GM”. We’re there more than we’re at our own house.

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
Durban, South Africa. We have both stood in the Indian Ocean. Something I am proud to say that my father, the pilot, has not done.

Who has the craziest exes?
Crazy like psycho crazy? Or crazy as in haha crazy? Actually I think that both of us probably have pretty normal exes. No one has stalkers or anything. Can I pass on this question?

Who has the worst temper?
Me. My inner yogi deserts me often.

Who does the cooking?
Me. Steve does red meat. I am allergic to red meat. I mostly do the cooking. That is… when we eat at home… which is virtually never.

Who is the neat-freak?
People actually clean house???

Who is more stubborn?
Me. One word – Taurus.

Who hogs the bed?
The cats… The dogs… Basically anything with four legs.

Who wakes up earlier?
Steve, during the week. Me, on the weekend.

Where was your first date?
Olive Garden in Sterling, then movies, then to my friend’s 4th of July house party.

Who is more jealous?
I don’t believe in jealousy. So by default we’ll answer “Steve” for this one.

How long did it take to get serious?
I remember one particular night where in November of 2003 where I cried for the first time in front of him. He had been talking about something “serious” and I just burst out, “I don’t even know if you love me!!” It went against the grain of everything I’d ever learned about being a girl in a relationship (e.g., don’t push the boy to say “I love you.”) but I think that was the point when I realized Steve wasn’t going anywhere.

Who eats more?
Steve. He’s like twice my body mass just because he’s a tall “football” guy. I don’t think I could conceive of eating what he eats. He once ate a 20 oz. burger, a basket of fries and a milkshake and looked like it didn’t phase him a bit.

Who does the laundry?
We each do our own laundry. It is my dream one day to have two sets of washers and dryers so that we don’t even have to share the machines.

Who’s better with the computer?
Hands down, me. Steve sees no purpose in computers. Which is why I could make up flaming lies in this post and he’d never read them. Once he asked what all this hype about my blog was. I was shocked, he’d never read my blog? How could this be possible? I informed him I added the RSS feed to his desktop google widget. He said, “What’s an RSS and what’s a widget?” And then said, “Oh! Is that what pops up every morning and annoys me at work?”

Who drives when you are together?
Steve. I love my car, but hate to drive. Weird, I know.

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