Living with women is way different than living with men.
Most men seem to be way more relaxed about their living situation and women can be more particular about the way they want things in their house to run. Having lived with both, I can confidently say that living with men is way less complicated, but definitely messier.
Reddit users on AskMen who have lived with a woman shared things they noticed and what they learned about them.
They didn’t hold back when describing the things they thought were really annoying about living with a woman and many said they didn’t want to go there again.
Here are some of the best responses:
Fine, I’ll say it.
I always thought that pads operated like Band-aids and they’d just slap em over their vaginas and absorb everything. It wasn’t until I was… 27? When my girlfriend at the time had some as a backup in case she ran out of tampons and I opened it and looked. The adhesive was on the wrong side for my version of how they worked, and it dawned on me that they’re supposed to be stuck to their panties, not their vaginas. I only regret telling her of that revelation, because she laughed until she cried and then called her mom to tell her about it.
When you’re having a really tough day, she unexpectedly comes home and surprises you with a bottle of your favorite drink, homemade cookies and a dinner you love. And then she cuddles with you while you vent about your now not so crappy day. And you realize what it’s like to actually have someone support you.
And you find yourself wanting to make sure the toilet seat is down, smiling when you can never find anything in the kitchen, rolling with it when the living room turns into a 12 stage laundry OCD deployment zone, and you laugh when you trip over her shoes that are now tangled in a knot of hair bigger than the dog.
Because your house/apartment is no longer a place you live at, it’s now your home. And it’s safe to be the real you, not the show you put on when you were dating.
I was raised by a woman, so none of it was new to me, except:
I wasn’t shocked or disgusted by it because I wasn’t a 12-year-old; it was just like, “Huh. Yeah, I guess I’d have a separate selection of underwear to use when I’m menstruating, too. Why the Hell would I ruin all of my sexy underwear?”.
That she owns only one truly GOOD BRA. There is only one and part of your duty as a man is to protect The Good Bra. If you are doing laundry, you must take the greatest of precautions to make sure it is properly cleaned, dried, and stored. God forbid The Good Bra ever turn up missing or in the wrong drawer.
Ladies, why is there only one GOOD BRA?
Pockets are very rare for women’s pants. Several years married and still shocked by this.
Apparently showering and washing your hair are separate events.
If you leave something on the kitchen counter, it will get put/thrown away. If she leaves something on the kitchen counter, that’s where it goes now.
I learned that bathroom can smell like soap and flowers and coconut instead of like pee.
What home feels like.
Apparently, cleaning the toilet on the regular is much, much more important than I’d previously thought.
There is a wrong way to hang clothes to dry.
Just how expensive and shoddy brands for women are.
How nice house plants are. Now I have all kinds of plants and my place feels so much more nice and relaxing.
They have a really weird obsession with glass containers or jars.
Hair ties actually disappear faster than MIA socks. Until you find 20 in a kitchen drawer.
No matter how many bobby pins are in the house, there is always a need for more.
The hair that gets stuck in the shower drain. OMG.
An innocent cleaning excursion in the right circumstances will lead to a full-on reorganization of all the dang furniture in the house, if you’re not careful.
Women are both simultaneously messier and cleaner than men. It’s bizarre how messy rooms can get with them and how quickly they can turn it around and make it clean!
You find out the amount of food that a refrigerator can really hold.
Fancy makeup takes a long time.
You’ve been doing laundry wrong your whole life.
I never realised that she’d start wearing my clothes. T-shirts, sweaters, not even my damn underwear is mine any more!
I load the dishwasher so inefficiently, I’m no longer allowed to load it at all.
I have freaked out too many times at what I thought was a 52-legged spider clinging to my bathroom wall.