Incompatibility

It continually and increasingly amazes me how little Jeff and I actually have in common. We rarely like the same music, movies, or recreational activities, and what's more, we often actively dislike each other's choices in those areas. It seems like every other day I'm telling him that all of his music is monotonous and repetitive Casio-keyboard shit, and he's telling me hates coffee, cigarettes, and the movie Coffee and Cigarettes. He'll be living here in February, and I'll be damned if I know what the hell we're going to do together when he gets here. I live at the Spiderhouse, drinking coffee and smoking. When I'm not doing that, I'm cavorting around town in sizeable groups of people that would make Jeff incredibly uncomfortable. He hates Toy Joy; I hate video games. I hate goth bands; he hates Genesis. There is no way this match could possibly work.

And yet we're madly, madly in love. Sigh. It really is all just pheremones, isn't it?