You know, switch mid-relationship from dating one guy to dating his roommate.
I didn't much care for the roommate she started dating, although he was post ass-hat which was definitely a step up. The guy she switched to was a MUCH better guy all around.
She ended up marrying that guy.
He is the closest thing to a brother I've ever known.
We are teammates in yuker tournaments, he set me up on dates with his friends, we make fun of my sister when she's not around, he's opened his home, his wallet and his heart to my family.
And up until two months ago I thought I knew him.
But clearly.I.Don't.Know.Him.At.ALL.
It took me 12 years to find out he does not like cottage cheese.
I'm certain he was hiding it and only just let it slip that he abhors the creamy goodness of curdled milk.
On top of that, he's brainwashed my older sister into not liking it either. And we all know, it's a short jump from cottage cheese to cocaine. She's on a one-way train to mainlining. Negativity like that spreads...like cholera and herpes.
(I just looked up mainlining and you don't mainline cocaine, you mainline heroin. You get the point. You're welcome for the chemistry lesson)
I suppose I should take the high road and simply worry for my brother-in-law's health. I mean how much protein is he getting?
On the other hand, he IS the father of my two amazing nephews.
AND he arranged a vacation at this place:
So you're probably thinking, Ashley, it doesn't matter if the guy eats puppies and dehydrated placenta for breakfast.
But it does.
It so does.
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