If you had asked me when I was twenty what I thought made a good relationship I probably would have listed having things in common, like hobbies, past times and music.

I’m very surprised then that my idea of a perfect Friday night looks like this:

…while Bird is out enjoying his idea of a Friday night in heaven. He’s at a heavy metal gig in London thoroughly enjoying being elbowed, having his feet stomped on and inflicting pain on his eardrums while droplets of sweat fly around and land on his head. Ew.

We have been together nearly fourteen years, so most of our adult lives, and it was inevitable that we would have to negotiate growing up together. For a while there I worried that if we didn’t like exactly the same music anymore then maybe we were growing apart. It’s something you hear people say isn’t it, ‘we just grew apart’. Scary!

I’m not sitting back (well I am actually reclining as I type this, see pic above) and saying we never will ‘grow apart’ but I feel reassured that for the moment we are doing an ok job of navigating the relationship waters. As long as he doesn’t force me to part with my slippers and join him for thrashing metal, and I don’t force him to don his slippers and watch Location, Location, Location repeats with me, I think we will be fine.

I love the person, I don’t have to love the music he comes with at this particular point in time! What do you think? Opposites attract?