"My boyfriend is the most fascinating man on the planet. Ever. Really..."

::ducks::

It is hormonal obsession. It will pass. Nod and smile politely, and reassure yourself that they will hate this same man and find him infinitely annoying in a few months when it all comes crashing apart.

I hope it is just hormonal. That means it really might pass...

You know, if I *EVER* get a Serious Boyfriend, (and I tell ya, the chances are slim to none) I give all of ILE permission to chase me and beat me with BIG STICKS if I become one of those smug, condescending cunts who says things like "Oh, you'll find someone, too" when you complain about how boring people who get married become!

and i'm glad it was a woman who started this thread. 'cause some time ago i made a comment along the same lines as this thread's subject and i got chewed out by a number of ILXor chix (NOT the ones who've posted here, though!)

Now we've gotten the bulk of the DiY and nesting crap out of the way, things are going back to normal. I'm making a real effort to go to clubs with my friends again (the Dance Diet is also a good way to lose the stone most girls get when they partner up with one of the world's best cooks) and I'm hitting my stride at work, which is probably more important.

(haha last time i wz on HH i saw tom hanks and frank dobson fezzing up in entirely difft parts of the heath)

Have you heard about the bit by Golders Hill Park which, because it's full of teen gay guys, is known as the Early Learning Centre?

How many times have you said the fateful words "Don't worry, you'll find someone" over the past few months during the HJ thing?

YOU ARE A SMUG MARRIED. STOP TRYING TO PRETEND THAT YOU ARE NOT.

Honestly. Lately Suzy and I have been acting more married than Suzy and Ed! Eeewwww!!!

(BTW I think the whole smug marrieds thing is a media-generated meme to make people not in couples feel shit about themselves for not being part of a couple and consume self-help crap to compensate)

Surely the whole "smug marrieds" meme is a way for non-married people to feel GOOD about themselves for not being part of a couple?

Isabel and I do loads of stuff separately and we like it. Some couples we know do all their stuff together and that's fine too cos we like both of them. The thing to do is prevent your friends pairing off with cockfarmers.

The only thing worse than a smug married is a smug married who pretends that they are NOT a smug married, i.e. pretend that they understand or remember or can relate to the problems/joys/dilemmas of being Alone. Saying reassuring and helpful things doesn't help or reassure. It just drives home yer status.

It gets really difficult when it gets to the point where almost all of your friends are part of a couple. You can say that whole "Oh, I'm happy being alone" thing as much as you want, but the truth is, you start to feel like a fucking FREAK after a while. And people saying platitudes like "No, you're not a freak" just reaffirm your basic freakhood.

I'm not happy being alone, no. I'm not one of those people who goes "Whooo! Not being in a relationship is SO GREAT!!! I LOVE MY FREEDOM!!!" (even though I probably should be because I'm miserable whenever I'm in a relationship.) But sometimes I really feel like being around a couple all the time just RUBS IT IN. Especially when it's an overly couply couple who act like if they go without bodily contact or saliva swapping every thirty seconds (even in public) that they will DIE or something.

I am sorry if it is irritating that I talk about my lovelife (or lack thereof) woes all the time. That's probably just as irritating as people that talk about how happy and in love they are all the time, too.

I suspect "Sharing a flat with a couple: classic or dud?" would be the most unanimous thread in ILX history. Even in the best of situations, there's always a bloc vote. And if you split the bloc vote, there's Trouble.

It's just really difficult when you are the Last Of Your Friends To Get Hooked Up. That's nothing to do with the couples in specific, but more about insecurity and loneliness.

It is a sad fact that (especially) when you live with someone, you do drop their name a lot because you do a lot of stuff with them (I used to do this with housemates and family as well as bfs, for what it's worth). But it's also NICE if you find your other half fascinating; it would be worrying if you never mentioned them. Not that this makes it less annoying :)

Please, this has really caught my attention. What were they supposed to do?

Man, I never would have flushed my embryonic Hortons down the toilet if I'd known I was under such threat...

Anna, they went to the big Garbage Pail In The Sky a few days ago (but were there because pineapple juice/pulp basically great exfoliant and I'm too skint to go to Kiehl's).

We are fairly lucky in choice of housemate because she is very tidy among other nice qualities. We are, thankfully, tidier than Dirt Queen, Kate's old landlady who should be reported to Health Department (by a mile). Although when I got back from clubbing last night I did wonder if abandoned Chelsea boot = land mine.

BTW I think men really hate being Mr. Fixit.

And, erm, Daniel Ash? No. No no no no no, Pineapple goth, no no no. Twas David J I fancied, and you know it!

None of them were as good as Roky and Syd. Which was the best comic ever. Alas, they all languish in storage somewhere at my mum's house.

My housemate is the most fascinating person on the house of the planet. Ever! Really...

I feel like I have been sitting in this chair forever in a week: couriers keep delivering work, phones keep ringing, all that. This may change very soon (mm, work plan forming).

Kate, the Daniel Ash obsession was Ashley's, oddly enough. She thought David J was a twunt of the highest order. And I'm gonna go and cry now because exactly one year ago...

"I'd like to go to the beach/bleach my hair/cook Hungarian food/put my finger in a light socket," then I get "______ loves the beach/bleached his hair once in high school and it was the funniest thing ever and here's why/promised to cook me Hungarian food/put his finger in the light socket only yesterday and it was the best thing that ever happened in the history of the world, ever"

I'm happy she has someone. He makes her miserable and she cries on my shoulder when she's not extolling his virtues, but it's what she wants to do, so great. I just wish that once in awhile she'd snap the fuck out of it and remember that she's a brilliant person in her own right and that she doesn't need a relationship with a fucked-up-pseudo-intellectual-twisted-black-death-ouchie-artist-type-who-still-lives-with-his-wife-but-oh-we're-getting-a-divorce-sometime-in-the-next-century-I-promise to validate her existence.

I initial read one of the above phrases as "I'd like to bleach my Hungarian cook's finger." But would Zaltos approve?