[WHO GIVES A SHIT?] Shopping Together

Somehow the first time I ever went furniture shopping with Greg, we were already married. I guess before that we had each just had some stuff, and I mixed in my stuff with his stuff and that was that. But the time came, and on a dark, gloomy night in November, we made our way to Crate & Barrell in search of a couch.

I envisioned us skipping through the store, laughing over orange sectionals and inappropriately large chairs that would never fit in our spaces. We were there for a couch, but maybe we'd find a great serving plate...or cool martini glasses and decide to go for it! We're married! Fuck it! Frank Sinatra music would be playing over the store's speaker system, and maybe in a particularly inspired moment, my new husband would ask me dance.

LOUD FUCKING RECORD SCRATCH.

After approximately 10 mins, I was ready to switch gears and leave C&B to instead go to the divorce lawyer store. In record time, we had gone from: "yay, let's find a couch!" to "i hate you and hope you burn in the fiery pits of hell."

Yeah, so that was my first introduction to furniture shopping with someone else. Eventually, after a loud public fight in C & B that literally had the employees gathered around us in a fucking circle with popcorn, we worked it out...and didn't get divorced...and figured out how to not kill each other within the confines of a Raymour and Flanigan (ed note: I wouldn't step into a Raymour and Flanigan if Robert Pattinson himself told me he wanted to meet me there to make-out and eat Magnolia cupcakes behind the puffy leather sectionals...but you catch my drift).

Anyway.

What's it like for you? How do you go shopping with your partner and not end up chopping each other up into little pieces?

Spill it...