intr.v. co·hab·it·ed, co·hab·it·ing, co·hab·its1. To live together in a sexual relationship, especially when not legally married.2. To coexist, as animals of different species.
.... if humans "cohabit" it includes sex; but animals "coexist" when they "cohabit"??? Just wondering.
The last time I lived in the same house with a man, it was for six months while I looked for my own home. I was living in the home of my stepson. That's not like living with most men, because he isn't like most men. Yeah, I said what I meant. Allan is a quiet, neat person who doesn't expect others to pick up after him. He shares cooking and housecleaning. He is just a great roommate. That was four years ago, and I've realized I might not do well living in the same house with any man. I no longer have the tolerance I had at one time for the average man who has expectations of me. I know that sounds bad, but I like living by myself, and I realize that I might be a difficult roommate for most men and they for me.
Dell and I talked about it, and he, also, questioned how well it might work while I was there. He's also been without a female companion for a long time. He told me he might have to remember to not pick his nose. He's used to walking around the house nude. We knew it might be a challenge for us both.
However, it went well. He wore clothes and didn't pick his nose. Beyond that, it was nice to be around a man who is used to doing everything for himself and didn't expect anything greater than sharing activities and responsibilities. We shared cooking and doing dishes, each did our own laundry and took turns washing linens. We took turns on the computer. It was a comfortable routine.
I enjoyed that Dell is one of those guys who is who he is. He doesn't put on airs. I was impressed that he watched The View and Oprah, at least part of the time. He prefers movies that aren't violent and isn't afraid to watch romantic comedies. He talks about his emotions, and when he speaks of his son and his friends, he doesn't mask his affection for anyone in his life. When we found the horses that were in need of care, he was the one who said it needed to be reported. I was going to do so, but I didn't have to, as he began making calls as soon as we were back at the house. He has a kind heart and isn't afraid to let anyone know it. Yeah, there are such men left in the world! Thank goodness!
Dell was courteous without being condescending. He made me feel comfortable in his home right off the bat and it stayed that way. I really enjoyed my time with him. The idea of spending two weeks in the home of a man I hadn't seen in 50 years, 3300 or so miles from home was a huge undertaking. If it hadn't worked out so well, it could have been such a miserable situation for us both. He was a wonderful host. It was great.