Once we park our slippers under the bed do we then let ourselves go?
You can't get enough of eachother, the very thought of him sends butterflies to your tummy, he spoils you with flowers and you scribble sweet love notes, ahhh if only it could last....
I think it's pretty safe to say that if he's shovelling a whole slice of pizza in his mouth and belching in front of you then the honeymoon period is well and truly over.
After the honeymoon phase comes the reality phase and we each fall into a comfort level which requires little or no maitenance.
That's true because as a single chick I was constantly running out of make-up and now I've had the same foundation tube for a year! During one dating relationship I even went so far as to never ever be seen wearing the same outfit more than once, including underwear, the pressure was intense.
Instead of being saddened by the absence of the honeymoon phase maybe we should just embrace the security of the reality phase...
Would you really trade wearing trackie dacks most nights for endless nights of courtship..? Trade your fluffy slippers for impossible high heels.... If the answer is no then maybe we need to put up with a bit of nose picking and bum rumblings in order to have that freedom.
"The honeymoon is over when he phones to say I'll be late for dinner and she has already left a note saying "it's in the fridge"
