Since Scott and I began living in the same town again, it's been interesting to realize how many differences we have. To be honest, we probably have more differences than similarities.
(For example, my favorite Beverly Hills housewife is Adrienne, and Scott prefers Kyle).
Kidding aside, I'm type-A, he's not. He's laid back, I'm wound tight. I love politics, pop-culture, and a spotless apartment. He loves architecture, cars, and isn't a cleanliness freak. I'm a city girl, he's a Southern boy. I love Ellen, he loves Howard.
I'm glad he's not my twin. How boring would that be? And at the heart of it, the things that matter, matter to both of us.
“Sometimes, when we’re lying together, I look at her and I feel dizzy with the realization that here is another distinct person from me, who has memories, origins, thoughts, feelings that are different from my own. That tension between familiarity and mystery meshes something strong between us. Even if one builds a life together based on trust, attentiveness and mutual support, I think that it’s important that a partner continues to surprise." --Barack Obama