I'm moving

More succinctly, I am planting objects in his apartment. He quickly became wise to my scheme but somehow continues to allow it.

I have planted four suits, two pants, eight tops, two dresses, a hairbrush, toothbrush, vitamin supplements, a necklace, ring, pair of shoes, and conveniently leaving gifts "behind".

This is an interesting part of the female mindset. Mind you, I have a willing victim, but really, I think I was planting well before he caught on that I was wanting to move in. Well, before I was even catching on that I wanted to move in. I first planted the toothbrush. This was not an overt act, more for convenience (or so I lied to myself and friends). But then the suit. This was not one I could explain away. The clothing collection hanging neatly in his closet was rapidly growing. I was having a hard time finding clothes when I was home.

I couldn't lie to myself much longer.

I was moving in.

Now to sneak in the cat and bed. Maybe they can just sort of...fall out of my car and onto his front door. Will he protest as soon as I say "Can you help me? It fell on the driveway." Or will he cock his head to the side in confusion when Houdini is suddenly sharing bathroom time?

This is a dilemma. Maybe I'll just keep planting the clothes...and a few pictures.