When I met Rob, he lived in a small farmhouse across the road from a dairy farm. One of the things I loved immediately about him was that he wasn't a typical bachelor who didn't cook, clean, or do his own laundry. In fact, he was a much better cook than I and impressed me that not only did he do his own laundry but (...wait for it...) the man owned his own washer and dryer. This should tell you the kind of guys I dated before I met him. Suffice it to say, I knew a good thing when I saw it and he was it, baby. Moving on. He bought the washer and dryer brand new when he was 22, so when we met they were five years old. The first time I did a load of laundry, I realized how particular he was about his things when he showed me how to load the washer "the right way." Yes, I was totally offended seeing as how I'd been doing my own laundry since middle school. And, yes, I'm sure I rolled my eyes at his help. The washer bit the dust two years ago and the w...
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