Post by sapphire bou on Aug 28, 2014 10:22:41 GMT -5
One of the big things is that he has no spacial awareness. Our kitchen isn't huge, but it's big enough that we can easily slip past each other without colliding. I chalk it up to the fact that I played basketball in high school (he played sports, but not in HS) and I've worked in a narrow "kitchen" with 5 other people before and when it's crunch time, you have to be able to anticipate the moves of others to prevent collision.
He deletes text messages as soon as he reads them. He's got some OCD tendencies, nbd. But that means he deletes important information like dinner plans, times, places, etc.
This is going to sound gross. He always picks at the calluses around his fingernails. I can tolerate it most of the time, until he puts his arm up on the couch with his hand behind my head and does it. He also opts to pick at his toenails instead of using clippers...he's improved on this one though.
Those are the things that bug me the most. I've gotten used to some of them, so I can't think of them right now.
And I will just throw in there that I bug the hell out of him when I chew gum. I'm a smacker when I'm focused on something.
Post by jennynumbers on Aug 28, 2014 10:42:03 GMT -5
He gets VERY pissed off when someone cuts in front of him, ESPECIALLY on the motorcycle. (Usually when they don't see him, not when they are trying to squeeze into the line of traffic. And by pissed off, I mean angry angry ANGRY. He'd get out of the car and have a confrontation. usually I don't find the anger warranted, but it's like he takes it personally.
Side note: We almost got hit on the bike over the weekend ebcause a lady went through a stop sign. She slowed down and then went through it, clearly not seeing us. He got off his bike and yelled at her for almost hitting us. If there was oncoming traffic we would have been hit because we wouldn't have had anywhere to swerve to.
Seriously people, please CHECK TWICE, SAVE A LIFE. THAT LIFE COULD BE MINE.
He also makes a lot of random humming and jazzy noises. Scat-dop-aweebop, type of thing. I often say "in my head" OMG STFU.
Post by darkling_glory on Aug 28, 2014 11:09:23 GMT -5
He drinks a coke and then leaves the bottle or can on the kitchen counter instead of putting it into the recycle bin. (See previous post of DG's anxiety about the kitchen counters).
And...that's all I got right now. I must be in a good mood. ;D
He drinks a coke and then leaves the bottle or can on the kitchen counter instead of putting it into the recycle bin. (See previous post of DG's anxiety about the kitchen counters).
And...that's all I got right now. I must be in a good mood. ;D
Leaves all his personal items on the bathroom counter, rather than putting them in the drawer. Leaves empty/half empty bottles/cans/glasses on his computer desk. Anything in the kitchen. Puts dirty dishes in the sink rather than the dishwasher, leaves whatever food he was using out on the counter, doesn't wipe things down. ugh.
Post by OrangePixyStix on Aug 29, 2014 7:32:24 GMT -5
Mine will do his own laundry, thank goodness, but the step of cleaning out the lint trap seems to always be forgotten. I'll go to clean it out and there might be enough lint from 3-4 loads caked on there (and I can tell based on the layers of white, then color, etc).
He gags loudly when he's brushing his tongue or roof of his mouth (the teeth part is okay, it's a reflex for some reason when he gets to the tongue)... so loud that when he's getting ready in the spare bathroom I can STILL hear his gagging sound even with our bedroom door shut!
He will play music really loudly quite often, which I don't mind, but then sometimes when we are watching TV he will ask me to turn it down when it's not even nearly as loud as his music usually is. What's the fuckin difference there? I don't get it! If you get to hear your music on the highest decibel then I don't think it's bad to have the TV loud enough so I can hear it when I'm in the kitchen cooking and such.
Post by theatre4life on Aug 29, 2014 7:39:57 GMT -5
He will notoriously "straighten" up my stuff, but not his. Like if there are a mix of clothes in the bathroom, usually my p.j.'s from the night before, and a pair of his boxers, he will toss mine in the laundry bin, but not his. Same with shoes if they are in the front entryway, he will put mine on the stairs, but leave his there. No idea why.
Not fully cleaning out the sink when he is done shaving or clipping his nails. He always fixes it in the evenings, just not always in the morning, so we come home to it.