Secret Single Behaviors: Do I have to give 'em up?

{Reckon she's got the place to herself for the night?}

Okay - let me start by saying, I'm so unbelievably, incredibly, over the MOON with excitement about being married to B!  Starting our new lives together is something I've been looking forward to for a long, loooooong time.  We're one of those (seemingly) rare engaged couples who have never lived together, let alone gotten to see each other everyday.  In fact, our experience has been like...the complete opposite of that.  We go weeks, and sometimes even months without seeing each other.  So it might sound lame, but the prospect of something as simple as kissing him goodnight every evening makes me positively giddy with excitement.

That being said...

The one thing that freaks me out a little bit when I think about moving in together is the notion that eventually he'll wake up and realize I'm a helluva lot weirder than he ever imagined.  No, really -- think about it!  Every single one of my weird habits will be out there in the open, and he's never really experienced them before.

Well okay, that's not entirely true.  We've been together for almost six years now -- we're well out of that puppy love phase.  Neither of us bother pretending to think the other one is perfect.  He knows I'm nuts and loves me for it (at least, I hope so!). 

Captures our personalities quite well, I think

He's witnessed the drunken Disney serenades, pretends to appreciate my extraordinarily bad foreign accents, has learned to love my many funny (read: ugly) faces, and even puts up with my excessive Harry Potter mania (albeit begrudgingly).  We love being silly together, and I've always thought we were the perfect complement for one another.  But I mean, let's be honest: being gone half the time, he's never really gotten the full brunt of my crazy, and I'm worried it might be more than he can handle.

So what happens when he comes home early one day to find me still in my pajamas at 4 p.m., watching an America's Next Top Model marathon and giving myself a pedicure?  Or custom-assembling the ultimate iTunes playlist before undertaking a simple project like washing the dishes?  Or eating cereal for the third meal in a row because I'm too lazy to go to the grocery store?  Or working out in the living room in my underwear because all my workout clothes are in the wash?  Or filling my online shopping cart with thousands of dollars worth of items before unceremoniously exiting the site (all of which are crimes I'm guilty of committing at least once, if not on a regular basis)?  Once we live together, do our secret single behaviors remain a secret?  Should we instead embrace the shared existence and let it all hang out?  Or do we have to give up our guilty pleasures altogether?

I'm sure B and I will manage the transition just fine, but I just can't shake that underlying worry.  Do you and your future hubby live together?  When were you first able to really let your guard down and be "you" in your newly shared space?