So I have been dating a boy for about nine months now. We both are not interested in getting married (to each other at least) and having kids so there's no real pressure to move things along too quickly. Our relationship works best when we hang out a couple of times a week and see each other once on the weekend. I am not a "spend every moment together" girl anyway so the arrangement works well for me. Two months in he asked if I would move in with him at some point. I said maybe and perhaps the following summer (2010) if things went well. I have never lived with a man and the thought of it actually kind of scares me. I really like my own space and to be honest, most times just want to go to bed alone with my dog. But, at 39, I thought perhaps it was time for me to experience it. My instinct was to say no, but I went along with "maybe" as a show of good faith.
Now, seven months later and the summer of 2010 is looming. I can say without a doubt that I DO NOT want to move in with him. I have serious doubts about a future together and red flags are flying all over the place. He stayed with me for about four weeks recently and though we managed to make it work, it was not a great experience. For one thing, my place is tiny. There is nowhere to go to have some alone time. He doesn't do much other than work so he was always around, usually flopped on the couch watching sports. In started to grate.
Anyway, his stay ended and he went back to his apartment and the tension lifted. Last night he asked me if he could crash at my place while I was away on vacation for a week and then stay one for another week when I got back. He wants to save money by only paying his landlord half the rent for April. The only words I can come up with are WTF??? I said no, BTW.
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