Is He The One?

We tend to have major blow-ups — but our hot make-up make-out sessions are totally worth it.

We have arguments like any couple, but we usually resolve things pretty well.

Fight? Please. We've never fought about anything.

It's like World War III. It takes days for us to start speaking again.

We haven't really discussed it, but I'm pretty sure we're on the same page.

We both want children — I'd just rather wait a few years, while he has major daddy fever.

We both want similar things in the areas of kids and lifestyle.

He says he doesn't really want kids, but I know he'll change his mind someday.

We haven't been on a trip together.

We always head to our favorite place: the beach!

He's the outdoorsy, white-water-rafting, bare-bones camping type. My dream vacay is a week on some sexy island with a five-star experience — you couldn't pay me to go on a hiking trip!

I like exploring new places, and he likes relaxing, anywhere and anytime. But we can usually find a destination that works for both of us, even if we're doing different things once we get there.

Oh, they love him — he fit in with my group right away.

It's odd: They always seem to be unavailable when we want to double-date.

They don't really know him that well yet.

They're happy that we're so in love, although they sometimes worry that there might be something better out there for me.

I tend to impulse buy, but it works out for me: I fall in love with the perfect pieces at first sight.

I'm a browser — I rarely know exactly what I want.

I'm an impulse shopper — and return a lot of my purchases.

I do my research in advance. I always know what I want and where to find it before I even hit the stores.

He brings me soup, makes me tea, and holds my hair back while I'm throwing up.

He treats me the way he likes to be treated: He mostly leaves me alone, but checks in on me occasionally.

He doesn't really like to be around me when I'm contagious — so I camp out in my apartment until I'm back to my normal, un-snotty self.

I refuse to let him see me any sicker than with a little case of the sniffles.

In jeans and a T-shirt even though I generally prefer to dress up a little more.

In an outfit he chooses.

In my pajamas, when I'm just waking up.

In my underwear — he hasn't seen me in anything else.

My folks and his are complete opposites — his family is more reserved, while mine is loud and ebullient.

They're almost annoyingly friendly — our dads email barbecue recipes to each other, and our moms are always looking for excuses to hang out.

They haven't spent much time together, but we're planning on a big gathering soon.

They've never met, and they never will. They come from different worlds, and I'm pretty sure they just won't click.

Are hilarious, although their immature attitudes can sometimes annoy me.

Are awesome — I love getting together with them.

Could be summed up with one word: douchebags. But it's fine. We mostly keep our social lives separate, anyways.

Seem fun, from the few nights we've all hung out.

Biographies. I believe the more you know about the past, the more you can learn from it.

Young adult fiction. Yes, I know Edward is a fictional character and that often the "bad boy" really is bad, but a girl can dream, right?

Romances. Is there anything better than losing yourself in a tale of love conquering all?

Thrillers. Diving into a relentlessly dramatic spy or legal caper adds a little spice to my otherwise normal life.

Someone who doesn't let me get away with my own B.S.

Tall, dark, and handsome.

Impossible to find.

Someone who fits perfectly into my life.

I'm always down to try something new.

I prefer familiar foods like the ones I grew up eating, but I'll taste new things from time to time.

I hate venturing outside of my comfort zone.

I am extremely adventurous — the weirder, the better!