Yes, yes, yes, it's the best, as long as each is accepting of the other's quirks. There's no need to act, no need to defend or hide.
I'm the messy one, he's the neat one - we both clean and he laughs when he finds a bra flung over a lampshade. I don't laugh when he folds his clothes as he puts them in the laundry hamper.
He won't eat white food, I won't eat mushy food - we both cook. I get lost in the grocery store so he does the shopping.
I love cologne and have at least 4 dozen to choose from daily (won't leave the house without wearing scent) and he has no sense of smell.
We subscribe to dozens of magazines and think being in the same room while we're both reading to be one of the best ways to spend an evening (him: nonfiction, me: fiction). Wandering through old bookstores is a hot date. We read aloud to one another.
I can go to the grocery in robe and slippers and feel comfortable but he, wisely, suggests I at least change into sweats. He dresses elegantly all of the time, could be on the cover of GQ fifteen minutes after waking up.
I love cats but he's allergic so we have chow chows, which are like cats in dog suits. We walk them together.
He's more talkative in email and on the phone than in person so we email each other a couple of times a day and call each other from work every day.
We've never had difficulty making eye contact with one another and never realized each of us had to become comfortable making eye contact with others.
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When two elephants fight, the grass and trees suffer. -- King Sunny Ade