Right now I am in a real life odd couple situation. My husband has been away from home for the last month working on a cruise ship. But right before he left, one of his best friends moved into our guest room to stay for a couple months because he just broke up with his girlfriend. So for the past month it’s been just me and…..let’s call him “Tony.”

Now I have had plenty of roommates in the past, the naughty princesses among them. But I have never lived with a guy who is just a friend. At first it made me nervous. I mean I have no problem getting after my husband when he leaves messes, or doesn’t do his share of the chores, but I wasn’t sure how to act with Tony. But then a crazy thing happened. Tony started to clean and organize the apartment…before I even had time to worry about how to address chores with him. And then he kept cleaning. One day I came home and every pile in my house had been put away, and he’d reorganized the kitchen so that there was more open space. Suddenly I felt like the messy one. I was so guilty about being messy that I ran over and started doing dishes immediately.

Basically, none of my fears were founded. I mean, it’s strange being roommates with a guy other than my husband, but not bad. In most guy/girl roommate situations you would have to worry about awkward tension, but we don’t because I’m married and he is best friends with my husband. It is platonic as platonic can be. We just talk, watch netflix together, or leave each other alone. I clue him in to what a girl he likes really means by her texts, and he doesn’t freak out when I get all emotional missing my husband–he just hands me kleenex. Tonight, we went to a bar together and played pool for two hours, laughing about how terrible we both were. It’s nice because we are able to distract each other from our loneliness, and challenge each other to do more than just sit around the house feeling sorry for ourselves. We’re just able to be good friends to each other.

I mean, I’m not going to lie– I’d rather have my messy husband here to argue with, but having Tony as a roommate has been surprisingly decent. However, he better know how to ski-dattle when my husband gets back, because the first thing we will be doing is getting naked. Enough said.