Part of life for every man when moving in with a girl is that he parts with most items in his apartment since, most likely, she already has said items. And they're probably in better condition. And are more modern. And, well, match. To be honest, I refused to purchase much furniture when I moved to Philly for this very reason.

After agreeing to move in together, Steph came to the apartment one night and, like Ceasar, passed judgment over my items. Almost everything received a ney. The futon, the 27" TV that "fell off a truck" of a big-box store in 1999, the dining room table, the bed (dated 1972--I kid you not!), the dressers I refinished by hand, the office table, the huge 21" computer monitor from 1996, the coffee table (circa 1982) my sister gave me for my first apartment. All of these items, plus many more, had to go. I became a power seller on craigslist.

Steph helped organize a garage sale. We put signs up around the neighborhood, and I posted an ad on craigslist. Here was the text of the online ad:

"You know the story. Boy meets girl. Boy falls madly in love with girl. Boy sells all of his worldly possessions and moves in with girl.

Garage sale on ...."

Steph never saw the post. So during the sale, people show up saying, "Oh, you're the girl" and "That was the sweetest post." Finally, she turns to me and demands to know the contents of the post. :)

She tends to focus on "boy sells..." part, whereas I focus on "boy falls madely in love..." part.

At least I made a few dollars. Many items, however, were donated to Good Will. And a few were finally gotten rid of, such as various traffic signs liberated during my youth....

Mind you, the brewery is presently in storage. That I was not willing to part with.
Bruce