I’m in Love and It’s Really Boring


Print by Megan Galante

The best kind of love is the boring kind.

We grow up thinking love is frenzied. Rabid. Raving. A movie reel of running into water holding hands and rapid making out and biting lips and hot feelings and mascara and late nights and early mornings sipping coffee talking about the future in long, desperate threads of passion.

If you need an example, I wrote the following in my diary when I was seventeen:

“Kyle Knox [name changed to protect, let’s be honest, myself] left me a comment on MySpace the other day. I haven’t talked to that boy for a year. And he is the hottest boy on the planet still here to this day. I miss him. I really do. I miss sitting in class and starring at every move he makes. It’s the only sense of entertainment I got during the whole entire school day there. And it was amazing. I wish we were madly in love. Can’t get enough of each other love.”

High School was a rage storm of connecting dots and encoding relationships. I talked about nothing but boys. Pages and pages and pages were dedicated to prom alone. I imagined falling for someone deeply, like trust falling into a waterfall. I expected feverish love to happen like the snap of a finger: “CRACK! You’re exquisitely in denial of ever loving yourself as much as you love another human! Much congrats!”

Of course, relationships don’t work that way. They take the work. They take the openness and patience and silence. The work doesn’t need to be erratic and packed tight with short extremes of hot and cold. The work takes time. The work can be boring. It can be warm.  

My love is all of those things. It takes the work. And dammit, it’s a boring, beautiful thing.

I got engaged in May. We had been together for six years. We drove down the coast from Portland to San Diego. He asked me on the balcony of our hotel, while we were sipping Ballast Point and I was reading him snippets from my road notebook. The moment was perfectly us. We were alone. The engagement wasn’t a spectacle. And I cried so hard in happiness, I thought he was going to change his mind. Afterwards, we ate crappy pizza in the Gaslamp District and stared at the ring and chuckled at each other under fluorescent lights. “Now, what do we do?” I remember asking him at some point in the night, and he looked at me and laughed, “Pay off that thing.”

I can’t pinpoint the exact moment we fell in love. To me, our moments fused together, the small fragments of their picture a stitch. One day the moments needled an entire blanket, suddenly warm enough to cover both of us. Joan Didion wrote in A Year of Magical Thinking that she didn’t believe in the general notion of falling in love. She simply knew when she wanted to have someone near her; spend her life with that person. So, maybe love is a timing thing. Maybe love is about space. The right kind of “love” is so constant and stable and simple, a wordsmith and spirit like Didion finds its effortlessness difficult to define.

Passion fades. Spontaneity can get us in trouble. Constantly asking “What should we do next?” will pill a relationship like any bad sweater rubbing against your pits. Good love is boring. Good love is sitting in silence after work on a Tuesday, elbow-to-elbow at a stale dive bar watching a Celebrity Bowling Championship sharing a pizza, finding comfort in car rides because you listen to good music loudly and he tries to rap and you laugh with him. These moments are stable and reliable. They’re secure. They’re boring.

One thing I really love about my fiancé is that he’s very comfortable in this kind of love. (Writer’s Note: Calling him fiancé is super weird to me and kind of sounds pompous? The word is perfectly complimentary of a middle finger proving to everyone else that you’ve fallen in love. No? Anyway.) He doesn’t expect me to be his bombastic lover. He expects me to be me—sweatpants and a Pete Hamill novel with the slippers I can microwave so their lavender beans can warm my toes throughout the winter. Of course I can surprise him here or there, but he’s happy when I’m doing my thing. And he’s even happier when he’s doing his thing.

My favorite example of this happened right in the beginning of our relationship. My love language is “physical touch” and his is “acts of service.” He’d rather start my car in the morning than spoon me for hours on end. Despite that, we still cuddle. One day during a cuddle session, he rolled over to get up for the bathroom. I pouted a little bit at the blank spot on the bed and he said, “Brittany, you need to fight your own battles now.” It made me laugh; now looking back, I realized how right he was. Even if he wasn’t trying to make a point.

It isn’t anyone else’s responsibility to keep me entertained. That’s my damn prerogative! Also, it’s not my fiancé’s responsibility to give me constant romantic hedonism—we’ll leave that to the Bachelor. Grandiose declarations of love and travel and gifts should not be love’s expectation. Love’s expectation should be respect, and their time…listening, sharing stories, being quiet, support, making coffee for them in the morning, folding the towels, taking out the garbage. The boring stuff.

I’m not saying you can’t have any surprises in a relationship. Or to remain completely quiet. We argue. I have my opinion. He has his. We have stupid moments where we should have thought through a decision together a little differently. But we find ways to sprinkle excitement into our relationship, too. I’m not saying that’s not important.  

Being boring gives the bigger moments in a relationship even more gusto. When we do decide to take a trip, we’re dazzled by what a new place gives us. We watch the world in an entirely new way together. We’re enlightened and happy, thankful to take a break in the mundane. These moments are so powerful against the grey backdrop of everyday life—travel makes us better, more grateful, closer to home.

The best kind of love is the boring kind. It has to be. It’s meant to be.

Samantha Irby wrote it best in her book, We Are Never Meeting in Real Life:

Real love…it’s not a game you don’t understand the rules of, or a test you never got the materials to study for. It never leaves you wondering…what you could possibly do to make it come home and stay there. It’s fucking boring, dude. I don’t walk around mired in uneasiness, waiting for the other shoe to drop…This feels safe and steadfast and predictable and secure. It’s boring as shit. And it’s easily the best thing I’ve ever felt.

BY Brittany Chaffee - April 16, 2019

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  1. Isabel

    April 16th, 2019 at 10:12 am

    This post is so heart warming <3 And I agree 100% The kind of love that makes you go crazy, think of nothing else, and want nothing else but to be together, usually ends pretty fast.
    Give me breakfast on a Sunday in peaceful silence instead.


  2. SnapDragon X.

    April 16th, 2019 at 11:44 am

    I could not agree more. The purest love can be found in the simplest of things, in routine.
    Sometimes when my husband and I share a quiet dinner, I quote When Harry Met Sally:
    “It is so nice when you can sit with someone and not have to talk.”

  3. JoAnne Fleury

    April 16th, 2019 at 12:02 pm

    What a wonderful discription of real life love. I’ve always admired how you two can comfortably do your own things , and find such pleasure and happiness in being together. Having you join our family will be a beautiful blessing.💝
    Much love,

  4. Nicola

    April 16th, 2019 at 12:26 pm

    Thank you for this article. This is just where I am at and it’s really helped me understand that it’s okay to be ‘boring’.

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  6. Brittany Chaffee

    April 16th, 2019 at 4:27 pm


    Thank you so much for reading and enjoying! Breakfast on a Sunday and some peaceful silence. PREACH!! <3

  7. Brittany Chaffee

    April 16th, 2019 at 4:28 pm

    SnapDragon X,

    YES! I love the When Harry Met Sally quote. Every Nora Ephron story is a solid one in my book 😉 Thank you so, so much for reading!

  8. Brittany Chaffee

    April 16th, 2019 at 4:28 pm


    Yes! It’s totally okay to be boring. In fact, I think it should be encouraged 🙂 Thank you very much for reading and finding some beauty and value in the words!

  9. Brittany Chaffee

    April 16th, 2019 at 4:29 pm


    I hope you get a notification for this comment!! It really warmed up my heart this afternoon – and of course almost made me cry 🙂 Sending you all the love!!

  10. Eliza

    April 16th, 2019 at 9:16 pm

    I feel the exact same about “fiance”. I actually just started calling him my husband because I felt like such an asshole calling him my fiance!

  11. Hannah

    April 17th, 2019 at 6:37 am

    I loved this! In my relationship with my boyfriend, I’m the same. It gives me comfort to know we’re so comfortable with each other.

    Hannah / Words & Latte

  12. Brittany Chaffee

    April 17th, 2019 at 9:30 am

    Thank you, Hannah! Relationships are supposed to be quiet sometimes 🙂 The comfort in knowing that is one of the best things!

  13. Jillian

    April 17th, 2019 at 8:08 pm

    I adore this beautiful piece of writing, and resonate with it so much. You somehow put into words so much of what I feel and know in my relationship. And even though it’s boring, damn is it wonderful. Thank you.

  14. Brittany Chaffee

    April 18th, 2019 at 8:46 am

    Jillian –

    Thank you thank you thank you for reading. Love is most beautiful in its simplicity 🙂 Hope you have a lovely rest of your week!

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  19. Saphia Louise

    July 9th, 2019 at 2:58 pm

    I love this—and wow do I relate on so many levels. Also, the storytelling of this was so good. I enjoy coming to a blog to find a writer who I can connect with.

  20. Brittany Chaffee

    July 9th, 2019 at 3:10 pm


    You are the very best – thank you!! Thank you for reading and commenting. I love to hear people can relate or are going through the same motions in life 🙂

    Stay lovely!

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