A growing number of Millennial women are beginning to fret over the unanticipated consequences of prioritizing our careers before love. And I only need to look at my group of friends to see this reality. Again and again, year after year, my successful, gorgeous, and amazing friends remain kiss-less on New Year’s Eve. And on Valentine’s Day. And on the 4th of July. The only dateable men we encounter are either attached, gay, or otherwise involved in “it’s complicated” situations. We are coming to the realization that we were unwittingly playing a game of musical chairs — while everyone was pairing up, those focused on our careers are left standing alone.
When you're moving in with a significant other for the first time, what is more important in determining whose bed gets to be in the master bedroom and whose gets to be in the guest bedroom - how comfortable the mattress is or how big the bed is?
Going on personal experience we would say comfort over size. Would you rather sleep alone on a log or cuddle in a pile of goose feathers?