What Does a Lesbian Bring On a Second Date?

I have decided to cohabitate with my new girlfriend. Yes, we've only been dating since June. Yes, it's wonderful. Yes, I'm terrified.

Spending so much time with this lovely woman has forced me to have a few revelations about myself, namely, that I am difficult to get along with and that I have gotten distressingly rigid about my living habits.

Hm. Maybe those are related.

It's good to know these things about yourself, so that you can be knowledgeable in your apology when when you freak out about them eating some of the frozen blueberries instead of saving them for January.

My landlord is being a complete dickhead about this whole thing, and is not "open to the idea of adding another person to the lease," even though I've been a good tenant for two years, and even though she's been a good tenant at her place for two years, and it's time for me to re-sign my lease anyway. He's a controlling bastard in general (ie "I see you've been smoking on the porch" as evidenced by the neat and closed container of butts hidden behind the chair, and "please don't put your empty recycling bin on the front porch"). The decision to move out became easy (well, easier) yesterday when he had some comments about my parenting choices. I was gleeful when I called him back today to say we'll be leaving.

So, after getting buy-in from the nine-year-old, we're moving to K's apartment about four blocks away.

It does make me wonder, though, how many major life changes can I go through within one month without developing facial tics or trichtillomania.