Toothbrush

Many of you have heard this - I can't believe I had forgotten to post one of my favorite stories about Tom.

After we graduated from college, Tom and I backpacked in Europe for a month (joined for about a third of the trip by Seth and for one day by Brian). We landed in Brussels midday and immediately took a train to Paris. By the time we got to Paris and found a place to stay we were both pretty tired. Tom asked to borrow my toothbrush. I said, "Oh, did you forget your toothbrush? Ok, we can get you a new one tomorrow." Tom said, "No, I didn't forget - I just didn't bring my toothbrush. I figured I'd use yours." I (sensibly) was more than a little confused about this - over more than three years of dating sharing our toothbrushes wasn't an established thing. Tom was insistent though, so I shared my toothbrush with him for a month. This was annoying when we stayed in hostels separated by gender - toothbrush handoff was necessary.

I'm not very picky about toothbrushes anymore.