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Name the one habit or trait that drives you most around the twist about your partner/boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/whatever

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You first.

― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 10:00 (eighteen years ago)

No, you go.

― G00blar, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 10:01 (eighteen years ago)

Oh I will, but I have to do something first....back later.

― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 10:02 (eighteen years ago)

World of Warcraft.

(I'm pretty sure he'd say ILX)

― ailsa, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 10:10 (eighteen years ago)

Inability to answer anything except "20 minutes" in any given situation involving time, especially when the answer is not actually 20 minutes.

Example: "I will be home in 20 minutes" or "we will be there in 20 minutes", or "this round will be finished in 20 minutes".

― accentmonkey, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 10:14 (eighteen years ago)

Whenever he watches telly, he holds the remote control and runs his thumb lightly across the buttons right in the centre of it in a square formation. Over and over and over and over again. In a really annoying, obsessive-compulsive way. It drives me potty. Even if I try not to take any notice, I still sense the movement out of the corner of my eye. It's been known to ruin an entire programme for me, because instead of concentrating on emperor penguins in the antarctic, or figuring out whodunnit in Lewis, I am distracted by the endless remote-control stroking that's going on.

That's the only thing I can think of, really, and I've learned to live with it over the years. I bet he could think of a zillion annoying things about me though.

― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 10:21 (eighteen years ago)

leaving an inch of tea or coffee in the cup whenever he has a drink and never emptying it out/rinsing the cup

― markco, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 10:34 (eighteen years ago)

Being right an annoyingly large percentage of the time.

― G00blar, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 10:36 (eighteen years ago)

Excessive tidying.

She would doubtless counter with excessive messiness.

― Matt, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 10:37 (eighteen years ago)

My other half has no sense of time and the amount of things that can be accomplished in a given time.

Best illustrated in a typical conversation :

Me : We'd better leave in half an hour.
Her : OK.
Me : Will you be ready?
Her : Yes, I'm nearly ready now. I'm just going to finish reading this then I'll just have a bath and get changed. Oh, and I was going to pop down to the florist first. Oh, and call my mum.
Me : gaaaaaahhhh!

There are then 2 options : 1) just let things happen and be HORRIBLY late or 2) hassle, have row, be late, but not quite as late. I usually go with 1).

The fact that I'm boringly punctual doesn't help. It would probably be better if I was as relaxed.

― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:05 (eighteen years ago)

Oh man, Dr. C soooo OTM.

― G00blar, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:07 (eighteen years ago)

**Whenever he watches telly, he holds the remote control and runs his thumb lightly across the buttons right in the centre of it in a square formation. Over and over and over and over again. In a really annoying, obsessive-compulsive way**

This is fantastic! But intolerable....LEAVE HIM, CJ!!

― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:08 (eighteen years ago)

It's every time we go out - that's what does me in really.

― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:10 (eighteen years ago)

Same here. And I have learned to always choose number 1 as well. Although I do tend to pace.

― G00blar, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:11 (eighteen years ago)

It's every time we go out - that's what does me in really.

I sometimes have this problem too, to the extent of standing at the foot of the stairs with the car keys in my hand saying "well I'm going now. If you're coming with me, you better be down here in 30 seconds."

― accentmonkey, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:13 (eighteen years ago)

This is fantastic! But intolerable....LEAVE HIM, CJ!!

Nah, I kinda like him :)

You should avert the lateness scenario by bringing up the subject earlier than half an hour before you are due to leave! Mrs Dr C clearly needs time management training.

"What are you planning to get done before we leave for the party? ..... ooh, that's a lot. You can have the bathroom before me - shall I run you a bath for about 5 o'clock then, dearest??" = HASSLE SUBTLY AVERTED.

― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:15 (eighteen years ago)

**"well I'm going now. If you're coming with me, you better be down here in 30 seconds."**

Tried it. In short - It ain't workin'!

Good suggestions CJ, but there are counter-strategies used against me when I try this approach. She KNOWS what I'm doing and keeps back a hidden agenda of tasks so that I don't know the full enormity of the problem. It's not entirely deliberate, I know, it's just a sort of way of life - leave everything until the last minute!

― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:33 (eighteen years ago)

I have to keep the bedroom alarm clock set randomly anywhere between 5 and 13 minutes in advance of the real time in order to confuse Mr Unruly, otherwise he would always be late for work in the morning. Maybe you could just change all the clocks in your house!

― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:38 (eighteen years ago)

Hmmm - you might be onto something. I'd need to let the kids in on it.

― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:41 (eighteen years ago)

nagging:

"are you going to pay those bills that came in the mail yesterday? aren't they due soon?"

"of course, going out tomorrow."

(thinks: "no unlike every other month of the DECADES we've lived together I was gonna ignore them this time and pay a late fee! not to mention that some bills are paid automatically now and the monthly notices are simply records of that requiring no response AS I'VE TOLD YOU MORE THAN ONCE. ;-)"

― m coleman, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:42 (eighteen years ago)

Make nagging partner in charge of household finances and bill paying.

― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:45 (eighteen years ago)

Yeah, that's what I did. A well-timed "well, why don't you just take care of it yourself just to be on the safe side" is the most effective way of not getting nagged in the long run.

― ailsa, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:48 (eighteen years ago)

I think we should retitle this thread: "CJ solves your domestic partnership problems!"

― Forest Pines, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:48 (eighteen years ago)

(sighs) it's not issue-specific nagging more like free-ranging. so if I passed on the bills, she'd find 6 other things to remind me about. truly a personality trait more than habit, her mother does it too.

― m coleman, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:50 (eighteen years ago)

Is it unkind to have another go?

― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:52 (eighteen years ago)

Asking about what I've eaten. Every day. "What did you eat today?" And then sort of judging it for its health value. Christ almighty.

― Tracer Hand, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:53 (eighteen years ago)

What have you eaten today, Tracer?

― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:56 (eighteen years ago)

I think we should retitle this thread: "CJ solves your domestic partnership problems!"

(sorry. i'll shut up now) :(

― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:58 (eighteen years ago)

Banana, apple, danish, OJ, coffee. I'm gritting my teeth just writing that. I think it's why I never contribute to the "what did you eat today" threads.

― Tracer Hand, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:58 (eighteen years ago)

Somehow it feels ungentlemanly to answer this question, so I'll try and answer it from her point of view. She doesn't much like the fact I play poker, but she's learned to live with it so that doesn't really count. I think me interrupting her when she's reading or watching a film, just the kind of everyday chat, you know "ooh, the washing machine's making a funny noise, I wonder if it's the metal buttons on my trousers, do you like those trousers?" kind of thing.

I also have a tendency to drum my fingers on the sofa, the remote, her thigh, my bald pate, which I can see might be quite annoying.

Ah, though of one that I can say about her without being too much of an arse (though it is a bit cliched) - she refuses to navigate when I'm driving, or if she does do it, she lets me know how disgruntled it makes her and, I have reason to suspect, navigates badly on purpose. At the very least she refuses to navigate how *I* want her to navigate - all I need is "third left, second exit at the roundabout, 300 yards over the railways tracks and park next to the church" but no, at best she goes "oh, I think you need to turn down Pinetree Avenue" like I have any clue which sodding street is Pinetree Avenue in any case.

― Mark C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 11:58 (eighteen years ago)

CJ he didn't mean it badly! Please keep posting!

― Mark C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:00 (eighteen years ago)

When nagivating I sometimes say things like "you should have turned left back there", which is probably not very helpful.

― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:01 (eighteen years ago)

nagivating = nagging while map reading, obv

― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:01 (eighteen years ago)

I don't think it's ungentlemanly, maybe a little. It's done in the spirit of ('but despite this you love them anyway').

I think I'll start a thread where you ask them what drives them nuts about you and you post it there.

― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:02 (eighteen years ago)

Oh don't get me started on navigating. I was slapped across the face on Fulham Palace Road a few years ago during a furious blazing row frank exchange of views on how exactly navigation should be done.

― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:05 (eighteen years ago)

Ooh, I know one - he types too slowly and uses the mouse all over the place when filling in forms and stuff - I was ready to murder him trying to book travel insurance last night!

There's a whole other thread somewhere about talking through things you really want to watch on telly where my (mostly irrational) venom at that is fairly well-documented.

― ailsa, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:05 (eighteen years ago)

Lixi to thread to reveal the frank exchange of views me and Vicky had when driving her to Camber Sands a few years ago :)

― Mark C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:08 (eighteen years ago)

CJ he didn't mean it badly! Please keep posting!


What Mark said!

― Forest Pines, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:10 (eighteen years ago)

Oh oh oh. I've just thought of another one!

He won't drink his coffee hot enough. I make him a cup of coffee, and he just leaves it to go stone cold before he'll touch it. Because he likes it that way. BUT THIS ANNOYS ME.

Despite knowing he never drinks hot coffee, I will repeatedly rremind him "don't forget your coffee!!" which must actually say more about me than him, but hey - he never seems to mind me grumbling at him. He must think it's one of my more charming quirks.

― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:12 (eighteen years ago)

Hah! When I stayed with my parents, I went completely MENTAL! Why? Because it took them on average TWO FUCKING HOURS to leave the flat. WTF! This doesn't work very well when you have a baby: she needs her naptime, dinner, playtime on rather specific times.

― nathalie, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:14 (eighteen years ago)

That would annoy me too.

― G00blar, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:15 (eighteen years ago)

xpost

― G00blar, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:15 (eighteen years ago)

CJ, stop thinking about the negative, think about the POSITIVE. ;-)

― nathalie, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:18 (eighteen years ago)

you should all read this

Hope that works...

― kv_nol, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:18 (eighteen years ago)

Ooooh it did!

― kv_nol, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:19 (eighteen years ago)

That site is absolutely brilliant.

He hasn't had to cope with his partner repeatedly stroking the tv remote control buttons though. He's had it easy.

― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:24 (eighteen years ago)

Is it a particularly nice remote control?

― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:32 (eighteen years ago)

Hahaha, I love Things My Girlfriend And I Have Argued About. We argue about ridiculous and stupid stuff all the time - it never occurred to me I could capitalise on it!

― ailsa, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:35 (eighteen years ago)

It's not a particularly nice remote control any more, because the writing's all been worn off it and you can't see what the sodding buttons are for any more.

― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:40 (eighteen years ago)

Leaving drawers and cupboards open. This is the most annoying thing he does, by a country mile. I am not an excessively tidy person but that one thing... grrrr. It still makes me think we've been burgled every time I come home.

― Archel, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 12:53 (eighteen years ago)

<i>Inability to answer anything except "20 minutes" in any given situation involving time, especially when the answer is not actually 20 minutes.
Example: "I will be home in 20 minutes" or "we will be there in 20 minutes", or "this round will be finished in 20 minutes".
accentmonkey on Tuesday, 27 February 2007 10:14 (2 hours ago)</i>

omg your partner/boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/whatever works at our local indian takeaway!

― ken c, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:00 (eighteen years ago)

hahaha Ken, you lucky bastard. Here it lasts longer; :-(

― nathalie, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:02 (eighteen years ago)

Being Imaginary.

― Masonic Boom, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:18 (eighteen years ago)

argh, this isn't really a habit but based on a fight we had last night it's top on my mind. He's not good at finding ways to release stress or frustration and instead holds everything in: job stress, money stress, frustration at sheet rock not going up right. Then when he's all full he'll take it out on me about something completely unrelated. I have a sixth sense about it now and can see the deluge coming but it doesn't make it any less pleasant.

― Ms Misery, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:27 (eighteen years ago)

When nagivating I sometimes say things like "you should have turned left back there", which is probably not very helpful.

Ha! Navigating in the car fun and games. It's interesting, because from the outside, Mister Monkey's most annoying trait is that he will not learn to drive, and so I have to drive us both everywhere. The secret of our relationship is that he is happy to take a slagging for this (sometimes from me) even though most of the time it actually suits me just fine to have to drive everywhere. As in "I can't come over this weekend, I have to pick Keith up from the airport/I can't have a drink, I have to drive/I can't stay, I have to collect Keith". Then the other person goes, "Jesus, hasn't he learned to drive yet?" and I go "no, it's terrible, isn't it?" but really I don't care.

The other great advantage to me driving everywhere is that he has to navigate. This is sometimes funny:

Me: Monkey, there's a junction up ahead. Left or right?
Him: Em, I don't know, I'm looking for the sign.
Me: OK, well, there's cars behind us. Left or right?
Him: I don't know yet!
Me: I have to pick one! I'm picking left!
Him: It should be right! Go right!
Me: Too late! I'm indicating, I'm going!

Turn is made and there is silence in the car.

Him: We should have gone right back there.
Me: I FUCKING KNOW THAT NOW!

This happens every time we drive anywhere.

― accentmonkey, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:32 (eighteen years ago)

Hey - I've just realised why we don't have navigating rows any more - SAT NAV!!

― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:37 (eighteen years ago)

Tom Tom, the relationship salvager.

― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:42 (eighteen years ago)

I don't think Mister Monkey would like being made redundant. Anyway, I kind of like those rows. They are normal and they make us laugh.

― accentmonkey, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:43 (eighteen years ago)

argh, sam, i do that same thing unfortunately.

― homosexual II, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:51 (eighteen years ago)

you must be beaten with licorice sticks!

― Ms Misery, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 13:53 (eighteen years ago)

Single at the mo, but ooohh do I remember this one: Do not. Read aloud to me. Ever. Unkind, really, because reading out snippets from articles or esp sonorous passages made him so happy, but somehow I don't absorb a single word of any passage read to me.

― Laurel, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:18 (eighteen years ago)

that made me laugh laurel, i used to live with a girl who loooooooved to be read to in bed. she liked reading before falling asleep but didn't want to go through the trouble of keeping her eyes open. but that wasn't the one thing about her that steamed me, that would probably be the sleeping with other dudes while we were still together. that was hard to get around. the reading would be a distant, distant second.

― chicago kevin, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:24 (eighteen years ago)

mr teeny goes completely batshit when he loses something, most often it's his car keys but sometimes it's his wallet. It is invariably The End Of The World. Sometimes it actually is since he needs to go to court and can't find his bar card or whatever. I preempt the car key nonsense by making tons of extra keys but there's not much I can do about the wallet. I just hide and/or look until it blows over. He turns into a different person, though, it's kinda scary.

― teeny, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:25 (eighteen years ago)

Whenever he watches telly, he holds the remote control and runs his thumb lightly across the buttons right in the centre of it in a square formation. Over and over and over and over again. In a really annoying, obsessive-compulsive way.

I do that. Sometimes I pretend type in every number from 100 up to 999. Or I press the buttons that I know won't affect viewing just to light up the wee red light on the remote. I've no idea if this annoys my wife, but it should.

My wife does the "ages to get ready" thing and I'm kind of obsessive about not being late for functions so we often argue about that.

She can't navigate either - does anything frustrate a driver more than "I think we should have taken that last exit"?

― onimo, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:34 (eighteen years ago)

The other thing is supermarket shopping. We very rarely go together, I just can't do it. For me, a supermarket shop has to be done thus : write list & then go round as fast as possible buying all the things on the list but nothing else. It's like a sporting challenge.

For her it's : don't have a list ('let's see what we fancy when we get there'), browse (her : 'that looks good' me: 'we'll end up chucking it away'), chat to people and generally take 5 times longer than I would. (Let's not mention the size of the bill). I don't mind, as long as I don't have to be there.

Again though - it's as much a criticism of me.

― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:40 (eighteen years ago)

Oh God, shopping!

Also, going out for a meal.

Me: "right, it's Friday, I've just been paid, shall we go out, my treat, where do you fancy?"
Him: "oh, I don't know, what do you fancy?"
Me: "you choose. X restaurant? Y restaurant? The pub? A Chinese? A curry?"
Him: "yeah, any of them, whatever you fancy"
Me: "no, it's up to you"

...continues for several years, ends up with me choosing anyway. Then when we get there he ALWAYS picks the wrong thing off the menu and spends half the meal going "oh, I wish I'd ordered that instead..."

― ailsa, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:44 (eighteen years ago)

I have been known to fold the sunday papers origami-stylee into a very large party hat which comes right down over my face, then rip a couple of tiny eyeholes in it so I can see the tv without being able to see the remote-control-nonsense which is going on beside me.

Sometimes, in married life, you just need blinkers.

― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:46 (eighteen years ago)

Ha, ha. I'm exactly like Mr. Ailsa!

― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:46 (eighteen years ago)

I can't think of anything! Except maybe that she's relentlessly fair about sharing food and will leave half of a dish or a pack of sweets for the other person -- whereas in my house we grew up taking as much as you like from shared plates, and boohoo if you were last there.

Because I munch scoff chomp quickly as a result, I never realise I've eaten into "her" portion until I look down, spot that exactly half of one of the other plates is clear -- neatly bisected -- and notice I'm being scowled at. And then I feel guilty!

― .stet., Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:47 (eighteen years ago)

she's relentlessly fair about sharing food and will leave half of a dish or a pack of sweets for the other person

how annoying

― Tracer Hand, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:48 (eighteen years ago)

x-post : tell me honestly, CJ. Have you NEVER grabbed the remote from him and hurled it at the wall? Or hidden it?

― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:49 (eighteen years ago)

The way I deal with it depends on my mood at the time. Sometimes I will just say, quite kindly and pleasantly, "you're doing that thing again! Please don't!" and he will sigh very theatrically and put the remote down. Or else I'll do the jokey 'build a fort' or 'wear a floppy hat' thing so I can't see him do it, and that will either make him laugh or make him very wound up (it's a gamble to know which way it might go).

The trouble is, his sainted elderly mother does something very similar, so when criticising HIM, he perceives it as me criticising HER too. It's a minefield, really.

But - honestly - I've never grabbed it and hurled it against the wall. I've never thrown anything in anger, I'm just not a hurler.

― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 15:55 (eighteen years ago)

The paper hat thing has raised this to a different league of driving round the twist-ness. I need to know more.

What if his mother is round and you're all watching TV - do they take it in turns with the remote?

What did they rub before TVs had remote controls?

― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:05 (eighteen years ago)

The trouble is, his sainted elderly mother does something very similar, so when criticising HIM, he perceives it as me criticising HER too. It's a minefield, really.

ah, I know that minefield well.

perhaps when I get nagged about housecleaning from now on I will just put on a floppy paper hat, and, oh blast some 80s rap, and then go about the chore merrily.

― Ms Misery, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:12 (eighteen years ago)

The paper hat thing is great. I think you should do Tuomas' cushion thing too.

haha, anything involving doing something that can be perceived as critical of the other half's parents = DANGER DANGER DANGER! (especially because he likes my parents a lot more than I like his)

― ailsa, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:14 (eighteen years ago)

Similar to ailsa:

Her: Let's order in.
Me: OK.
Her: What do you want?
Me, thinking, 'Wait, you want to order in but don't know what you want?': Whatever you want.
Her: You decide.
Me: Uh, OK. Let's get some Tom Kha Gai and something else from the Thai place.
Her: No. Let's get something else.
Me: OK. Quesadillas and Mexican chicken soup? Or tacos, maybe?
Her: Nah.
Me, certain that we're getting Chinese again: Meza and felafels? I could run 'round to Burger Joint and we could share a burger and a hot dog.
Her: No. Too heavy. Hmmmm?
Me: Chinese?
Her: Oh, OK. What should we get?
Me, inwardly screaming: Whatever you want, my dear.

― Michael White, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:15 (eighteen years ago)

His mother doesn't come to our house, because she says the stairs are "too steep". It's true, they are. But she doesn't need to go upstairs, as everyting she needs for her comfort (food, sofa, toilet, tv remote control) is available downstairs. However, she doesn't like to come, and instead we are regularly summoned THERE, where we have to sit in our properly-allotted chairs (you wouldn't dare plonk yourself down in father-in-law's favourite armchair, it would cause all hell to break loose), and you have exactly the same conversation you had with them last time you saw them (i.e. only about a week before), and they will ramble on about people you've never heard of while insisting you know them because you went to school with them (which you didn't, they're seventy-three for heaven's sake) and mother-in-law runs her fingers repeatedly over (a) the tv remote control (they have the tv on in the background during our visit, with the sound turned off) or (b) in a figure-of-eight pattern on the leather on the empty place next to her on the sofa. To make it worse, she has recently started silently mouthing back at you the words which you are saying to her, while you are talking. It's freaking offputting. She's not mental or anything, she's just very old.

― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:16 (eighteen years ago)

she has recently started silently mouthing back at you the words which you are saying to her, while you are talking

Mumble incoherently. Misspeak. Use foreign words. Squeak, giggle, and hum.

― Michael White, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:18 (eighteen years ago)

My sister just moved out of my parents' place - for the first time ever - a couple of months ago. She's 29. It got to where all my mother would have to do was jiggle her foot, or tap her finger, or push her glassees up on her nose in a certain way, and my sister would fly into a silent rage and stare daggers at her.

― Tracer Hand, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:22 (eighteen years ago)

Both she and father-in-law get a bit huffy if I use any foreign words - they don't like it, despite the fact they were both teachers and you'd think they'd have an interest in things, generally. I accidentally used the word "oggin" once - it's arabic for the sea - and while I was explaining the word to my daughters, mother-in-law stomped off into the kitchen complaining that I was 'showing off'.

― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:23 (eighteen years ago)

oh god, m. white restaurant dialogue OTM.

her life essentially revolves around food. i like food plenty, but will eat most anything at any given time. she's quite particular about what to eat, but also doesn't want to be in charge of picking it. this way lies madness.

― mookieproof, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:24 (eighteen years ago)

and mother-in-law runs her fingers repeatedly over (a) the tv remote control (they have the tv on in the background during our visit, with the sound turned off) or (b) in a figure-of-eight pattern on the leather on the empty place next to her on the sofa

Is this nervousness? Nerves? It sounds extremely annoying to me.

― Michael White, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:28 (eighteen years ago)

CJ, your in-laws = my parents. In my case the tedium is mixed in with none-too-subtle digs at me, all designed to provoke a response which my mum can be upset about. Then she has the upper hand because I've upset her, you see.

― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:33 (eighteen years ago)

No, not nerves or nervousness. It's just a habit she has got into in recent years. I don't think she even realises she's doing it.

― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:34 (eighteen years ago)

This is the best thread yet! I'm making notes if I ever have a boyfriend again ever! (Which this thread is encouraging me not to, hooray)!

― Sarah, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:35 (eighteen years ago)

I sympathise enormously, Dr C. It's not easy, is it?

― C J, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:35 (eighteen years ago)

G.'s mom always wants us to fix the AOL on her computer or clean up the viruses her constantly downloading daughter has left. Our solutions "Dump AOL!" "Lock the computer!" carry no weight with her. I *loathe* AOL. (and doing tech support. She doesn't understand that just b/c we build web sites doesn't mean we fix computers.)

― Ms Misery, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:36 (eighteen years ago)

DRIVING, like for so many other people on this thread, gets us into a fight about 40% of the time

Her: WATCH OUT!
Me: I am watching out.
Her: No you're not, you're not paying any attention.
Me: I am paying attention!
Her: Keep your eyes on the road!
Me: THEY ARE ON THE ROAD.
Her: We're going to get into an accident!
Me: I HAVE NEVER GOTTEN INTO AN ACCIDENT; I AM AN EXTREMELY SAFE DRIVER.
[we narrowly avoid ramming another car]
Me: [sheepish grin]
Her: [silence]

― max, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:44 (eighteen years ago)

Also, she NEVER roots for me when I'm playing video games. NEVER. In fact, she ACTIVELY ROOTS AGAINST ME.

― max, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:44 (eighteen years ago)

hahaha

― sunny successor, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:46 (eighteen years ago)

Max, that car thing cracks me up.

― Michael White, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:46 (eighteen years ago)

This thread started off lovely, but it's made me start hating people pretty damn quickly.

― The Wayward Johnny B, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:56 (eighteen years ago)

hating the people with faults or the people who get irritated by them?

― Ms Misery, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:57 (eighteen years ago)

she has recently started silently mouthing back at you the words which you are saying to her, while you are talking.

This is amazing, and, of course, would totally derail me from saying anything. Do you think she knows she's doing it?

― G00blar, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:58 (eighteen years ago)

I do that. Sometimes I pretend type in every number from 100 up to 999. Or I press the buttons that I know won't affect viewing just to light up the wee red light on the remote. I've no idea if this annoys my wife, but it should.

Mister M fidgets with everything. If there is sugar in a bowl on the table he will try to see how far he can tip the bowl before the sugar spills. If there is a candle he will pick bits of wax off the side and put them back in the flame. If there's a scissors he will open and close it repeatedly. I just take things away from him now.

However, he will patiently fix anyone's computer queries or problems, either mine or my dad's or his dad's, no matter how stupid they are and no matter how dried out his dinner gets as a result. It's extremely sweet.

― accentmonkey, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:05 (eighteen years ago)

sorry max i think i'm in love with your gf.

― ken c, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:06 (eighteen years ago)

Mister M fidgets with everything. If there is sugar in a bowl on the table he will try to see how far he can tip the bowl before the sugar spills. If there is a candle he will pick bits of wax off the side and put them back in the flame. If there's a scissors he will open and close it repeatedly.


I am this person, I would make a great pipe smoker.

― Ed, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:06 (eighteen years ago)

I really love that mutual low-level irritation seems to be what holds everyone's home lives together! I am scheming big schemes to be so much more annoying in my next relationship; ENOUGH accomodation and dull, dull tolerance.

― Laurel, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:09 (eighteen years ago)

I am this person, I would make a great pipe smoker.

Yes! I'm always saying this to him. Not about you, though.

― accentmonkey, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:11 (eighteen years ago)

All the driving stuff makes me think of Keeping Up Appearances. Mind the TREE Richard!

― Sarah, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:11 (eighteen years ago)

But - honestly - I've never grabbed it and hurled it against the wall. I've never thrown anything in anger, I'm just not a hurler.

Slapping, then. A quick sharp slap.

― Beth Parker, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:14 (eighteen years ago)

ken, you think it's cute and funny now but wait until you haven't beaten a video game in 6 months because of crippling self-esteem issues.

― max, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:15 (eighteen years ago)

Hey - I've just realised why we don't have navigating rows any more - SAT NAV!!

haha yeah, now there's something automatic to tell you how to go the wrong direction! thusly take the heat for your partner/boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/whatever AND SAVE RELATIONSHIPS!

omg! I finally realise the point of sat nav!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

― ken c, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:22 (eighteen years ago)

Mister M fidgets with everything. If there is sugar in a bowl on the table he will try to see how far he can tip the bowl before the sugar spills. If there is a candle he will pick bits of wax off the side and put them back in the flame. If there's a scissors he will open and close it repeatedly. I just take things away from him now.

Oh I was with this guy for awhile... drove me NUTS.

― luna, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:27 (eighteen years ago)

Spookily, my Sat Nav woman sounds like Mrs. Dr.C, so it's like she's beaming in instructions from afar. Which she would if she could.

― Dr.C, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 17:28 (eighteen years ago)

My boyfriend mispronounces words all the time, which I've learned to ignore unless he's incomprehensible as a result.

― Andi Mags, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 18:47 (eighteen years ago)

I'm not seeing anyone at the moment, but in general I think the worst trait in a partner is being too submissive. I'm not even particularly assertive myself, but I hate it if she's always just "Yes, dear.", and never bites back.

― Tuomas, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 07:56 (eighteen years ago)

she has recently started silently mouthing back at you the words which you are saying to her, while you are talking.

This is amazing, and, of course, would totally derail me from saying anything. Do you think she knows she's doing it?

G00blar on Tuesday, 27 February 2007 16:58 (Yesterday)

I bet she doesn't, but it's a pretty common occurrence. She's losing her hearing. (the mouthing = a way to pay more attention to what you're saying)

― StanM, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 08:19 (eighteen years ago)

I think that's exactly it, Stan. I really don't think she knows she's doing it, and she's certainly not doing it to be deliberately difficult (despite things I have said upthread, she's actually a nice lady and it's very important to her to be liked), but when she does the silent mouthing thing it is very much as though she is concentrating very hard on whatever it is I'm saying. It might well be that her hearing isn't as good as it used to be. It's offputting though, and I'm not entirely sure she does it when anyone else speaks to her. I'm not quietly-spoken, and have no discernible accent (I don't think), so I don't think it's that she finds it difficult to understand me ..... but maybe she does!

― C J, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 08:48 (eighteen years ago)

I bet you have a fairly pronounced British accent of some kind, CJ.

― Tracer Hand, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 10:48 (eighteen years ago)

Well, yes. But she's British too so it's not like I sound foreign to her or anyfink.

― C J, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 10:50 (eighteen years ago)

I still haven't mailed those bills yet ;-)

― m coleman, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 11:29 (eighteen years ago)

I tried doing the remote control thing last night to see what would happen.

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 11:34 (eighteen years ago)

and ....... ??

― C J, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 11:38 (eighteen years ago)

You rebel M Coleman!

My boyfriend and I have been together less than a year and haven't moved in together yet, so I haven't quite got to the things driving me mad stage. A decent guess for later would be leaving objects on the floor that I then stubb my toes on in the middle of the night.

― Anna, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 11:41 (eighteen years ago)

Nothing! No newspaper hat or anything!

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 11:41 (eighteen years ago)

I have had to live with the irritation of tv-remote-control-fondling going on at the periphery of my vision for more than 15 years though. Give it time. Keep it up, and she'll eventually be knitting herself a balaclava.

― C J, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 12:08 (eighteen years ago)

I don't know - it was just a one-off experiment really. I need to keep up my continual chat ('ooooh Gina McKee, mmmmm') or she'll think I'm someone else.

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 12:18 (eighteen years ago)

Gina McKee annoyed me dreadfully the other night because - despite allegedly having known him since their school days, she got Lewis' first name wrong. She called him Roy! His name is Robbie, as any fule kno.

I've been so incensed that I have seriously considered writing a formal complaint to Alan Plater.

― C J, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 12:20 (eighteen years ago)

We only made it through the first hour last night, but I guess we have to find out whodunnit at some point. A combination of leaden dialogue, Owen Teale's dreadfulness and the need for sleep curtailed it. Not even Gina McKee could keep me awake. (Well, she could, I'm sure she could.....no, STOP!)

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 12:27 (eighteen years ago)

family emeregency curtailed the resolution of our cleaning argument last night so I couldn't try the floppy hat thing. Good trait about partner: putting aside dumb fights to cook you dinner and console you when life goes starshaped.

― Ms Misery, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 14:12 (eighteen years ago)

Gina McKee......

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 14:13 (eighteen years ago)

Easy there, Doc.

― James Redd and the Blecchs, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 14:56 (eighteen years ago)

If you say her name three times, she appears.

― C J, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 14:57 (eighteen years ago)

Let me try.

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 14:59 (eighteen years ago)

You have to say it in a Geordie accent mind, pet.

― C J, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 15:00 (eighteen years ago)

Wow - guess what!

Total Geordie Hottness!

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 15:02 (eighteen years ago)

I'm gannin' oot a here, petal with a bonny lass caaled Gina.

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 15:03 (eighteen years ago)

You got Jimmy Nail really, didn't you?

― C J, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 15:04 (eighteen years ago)

Watching Owen Teale's character talking to the president of the Ocford Union, Mrs. Dr. C said to me 'he's going to call her a bonny lass in a minute' . Then he did. Twice.

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 15:05 (eighteen years ago)

Oxford!

x-post Well I thought she wasn't looking at her best, but now you come to mention it there's a whiff of au-de-bricklayer too. Maybe Jimmy can be my new boyfriend.

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 15:07 (eighteen years ago)

I hear the sound of Algernon wailing.

― C J, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 15:10 (eighteen years ago)

He's SO last thread.

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 15:12 (eighteen years ago)

You and your cold, cold heart.

― C J, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 15:13 (eighteen years ago)

Eating some of my food, regardless of what it is. She always asks, which I think makes it even more maddening. I'll gladly order you one of your own! ARRRGH!!

And the unending loop of "Friends" reruns that she seems to find regardless of time or location. She's in London for three weeks, and called me just to tell me that, despite the crappiness of the television there, she found a rerun of "Friends" to watch. And, if I happen to be in the room and chuckle at something on that god-forsaken show, she takes it as an affirmation of her watching it: "See? You like it. Its a good show!"

I really do love her, and thinking about these things is making me feel even more excited about seeing her this weekend. Yay vacation!

― B.L.A.M., Wednesday, 28 February 2007 15:18 (eighteen years ago)

I'm a Scorpio see. I can turn just like that.

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 15:19 (eighteen years ago)


[Removed Illegal Image]

Jimmy Nail, yesterday.

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 15:22 (eighteen years ago)

FUCK!

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 15:22 (eighteen years ago)

www.hellomagazine.com/profiles/ginamckee/ginamckee1b.jpg

Try again, Pet.

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 15:23 (eighteen years ago)

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 15:24 (eighteen years ago)



http://www.christopherterry.com/content/portraits/Gina_McKee/zoom.jpg

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 15:26 (eighteen years ago)

mmmmmm...

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 15:26 (eighteen years ago)

Has her left arm been amputated?

― C J, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 15:58 (eighteen years ago)

So? She had a bricklaying accident! All part of her charm, I say.

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 19:29 (eighteen years ago)

Watching Owen Teale's character talking to the president of the Ocford Union, Mrs. Dr. C said to me 'he's going to call her a bonny lass in a minute'

What are you talking about?

― accentmonkey, Wednesday, 28 February 2007 19:31 (eighteen years ago)

Trish - Lewis aka Morse.

Watched the rest last night. Terrible! Awful script - Alan Plater should hang his head in shame!

― Dr.C, Thursday, 1 March 2007 08:43 (eighteen years ago)

Ah, Morse. I never watched Morse.

― accentmonkey, Thursday, 1 March 2007 09:05 (eighteen years ago)

Morse was brilliant. It's the post-Thaw spin-off "Lewis" that's so appalling.

― C J, Thursday, 1 March 2007 09:12 (eighteen years ago)

two months pass...
She NEVER keeps her flippin' phone charged up! And when it's charged up it's switched OFF!

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 08:36 (eighteen years ago)

Uh-oh. I am guilty of that too :(

Mr Unruly frequently bellows at me WHAT'S THE BLOODY POINT OF YOU HAVING A PHONE AT ALL?!

― C J, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 08:38 (eighteen years ago)

Does he bellow very loudly? Maybe you should bellow when he does that remote control thing.

I bet Gina McKee always keeps in touch.

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 08:40 (eighteen years ago)

If Kyran asked for my number, I'd keep the phone switched on all the time.

I'm not much of a bellower. I'm far too subtle and deviously-ladylike than that : I have temporarily hidden all the remote controls, and blamed their disappearance on the dog.

― C J, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 08:42 (eighteen years ago)

Cunning.

If I mention (I don't bellow either) that it would be nice if her phone was functional once in a while I get the 'how did we manage before mobiles were invented?' thing. Perhaps we should ride around in a pony and trap to avoid the inconvenience of having one of those new-fangled cars too?

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 08:51 (eighteen years ago)

Wait....that would be quite cool.

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 08:52 (eighteen years ago)

I have a friend who travels around by pony and trap, because (a) she has plenty of time on her hands because she doesn't have a job, and (b) she is a bit mad.

Communication is seldom pressing enough to warrant having the phone switched on at all times. Most of the time when Mr Unruly has to speak to me urgently, it's just to say something like "can you remember to get me a copy of Motorcycle News on your way home tonight".

― C J, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 08:59 (eighteen years ago)

I think the thing is, you never know when it's going to be urgent.

― Tracer Hand, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 09:02 (eighteen years ago)

Which reminds me: the lovely Emma B now has a bike, and a new lock and helmet, but she only wears the helmet if a) she's going on a particularly long journey and b) doesn't feel the need to be too fussed about her hair once she gets there. Otherwise the helmet stays home. I think that she will have certainly gamed the gods well if she manages to only need her helmet on one of those occasions.

― Tracer Hand, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 09:04 (eighteen years ago)

the one trait most of them share: flakes that are used to getting what they want, but dont know what they want

― 600, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 09:10 (eighteen years ago)

Tracey: I have recently found out that there is a big ongoing scuffle in the cycling world about whether helmets are actually classic or not - there is a skool of thort that reckons the dangers from them restricting your vision outweights A LORRY CRUSHING YOUR SKULL... bah, bike riders are ALL MENTALISTS (apart from the lovely Emma B and the rest of you reading this obviously).

― Sarah, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 09:16 (eighteen years ago)

I can't bring myself to wear one, having cycled around for years as a kid before they were invented

it's just to say something like "can you remember to get me a copy of Motorcycle News on your way home tonight"

Aww, but he'd be SAD without a shiny new Motorcycle News. You wouldn't want that!

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 09:18 (eighteen years ago)

I have started to become extremely annoyed every time Mister Monkey finishes one of my sentences for me. Partly because it's patronizing, and partly because he always gets it wrong.

My answer to his now standard apology of "I'm sorry, what were you going to say?" is now "I was going to say that I will give you a million pounds if you don't finish this sentence for me."

― accentmonkey, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 09:25 (eighteen years ago)

Sometimes I pretend type in every number from 100 up to 999

That must take forever!

― braveclub, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 09:35 (eighteen years ago)

just in: my gf fancies josé mourinho.

― Ronan, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 09:36 (eighteen years ago)

it's the glower.

― Tracer Hand, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 09:38 (eighteen years ago)

Inability to answer anything except "20 minutes" in any given situation involving time, especially when the answer is not actually 20 minutes.

Example: "I will be home in 20 minutes" or "we will be there in 20 minutes", or "this round will be finished in 20 minutes".

-- accentmonkey, Tuesday, 27 February 2007 10:14 (2 months ago)

Ha! This is my co-worker catchphrase! And he's just said it to someone when I know it's completely impossible for him to get where he needs to be in that time.

― Ned Trifle II, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 09:40 (eighteen years ago)

micro-managing/nagging/control issues

― m coleman, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 09:57 (eighteen years ago)

I have a friend who travels around by pony and trap, because (a) she has plenty of time on her hands because she doesn't have a job, and (b) she is a bit mad.

OK this is kind of awesome, is that true? :)

― Trayce, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 10:06 (eighteen years ago)

Singing. He sings loudly in the shower.
'Rousing' Celtic songs.
The singing shouldn't annoy me, his voice isn't that bad, it his choice of songs and the fact that he insists on stamping his foot along with them.

Oh, and he NEVER looks for things himself. "Where's my keys? Where's my phone? Have you seen that letter? Where's my grey top?"

And if he is doing a bit of diy he starts it, then hollers for me to get him bits and bobs.

Him - "Can you get me the yellow screwdriver?"
Me - *tuts, gets screwdriver, sits back down, opens book*
Him "Can you get me a plastic bag?
Me - "Do you need anything else when I'm up?"
Him - No

Five minutes later
Him - Can you get me a kitchen towel?

― *rumpie*, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 11:08 (eighteen years ago)

OK this is kind of awesome, is that true? :)

Yep, it's true. It's not quite as odd as it sounds, because she lives right out in the countryside - it's quite usual to see her pony and trap standing outside the little shop in the neighbouring village, or outside the pub.

― C J, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 11:20 (eighteen years ago)

Oh, and he NEVER looks for things himself. "Where's my keys? Where's my phone? Have you seen that letter? Where's my grey top?"

Oh jesus yes. This annoys the hell out of me.

"Where are the beans?"
"In the fridge."
"Where?"
"In the fucking fridge! There are four shelves! Look on them one after the other!"

― accentmonkey, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 11:39 (eighteen years ago)

My husband is way overly optimistic about what can be done in certain amounts of time. I really hate being late. This is a tricky combination.

― Sara R-C, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 12:41 (eighteen years ago)

Oh I know all about this, Sara! (see upthread)

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 12:50 (eighteen years ago)

It's good to know I'm not alone. ;)

I'm afraid to read this thread carefully because I'm afraid I will discover more things to be annoyed about AND the things that probably annoy my husband! Oh well, if I must, I must...

― Sara R-C, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 12:56 (eighteen years ago)

there is a skool of thort that reckons the dangers from them restricting your vision outweights A LORRY CRUSHING YOUR SKULL

You should point out to this school of thought that a helmet, properly worn, shouldn't cover any part of your eyes.

Doeas anyone who posts on this thread have a SO who also reads ILX? Or are you all too scared. I am too scared.

― Mark C, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 12:58 (eighteen years ago)

I would feel pretty guilty about this thread if I hadn't started another one in which we say why they're so wonderful.

But wait....I only posted once to that one, and I've mentioned 3 things here (:

Doeas anyone who posts on this thread have a SO who also reads ILX? Or are you all too scared. I am too scared

She know that it exists. That's frightening enough.

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 13:00 (eighteen years ago)

I got annoyed by my bf's stinky socks all over the house and bits of food left out and him never helping clean up and etc but hey we just broke up so that solved that innit.

(srsly, I'm ok tho)

― Trayce, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 13:03 (eighteen years ago)

Doeas anyone who posts on this thread have a SO who also reads ILX? Or are you all too scared. I am too scared.

Mister M respects my privacy. Also I've told him everything I've posted here. I fear nothing.

― accentmonkey, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 13:12 (eighteen years ago)

What Dr. C. said.

― Tracer Hand, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 13:14 (eighteen years ago)

Stet posted, I haven't :) His comment is fair enough, though. I ought not to give myself the same sized portions as a 6'5" man. I'm just a greedy bastard.

― Madchen, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 13:17 (eighteen years ago)

He knows about ILX, hears replays and is often sent thread links in invitation but wants no part. He thinks people who sit around and talk on the internets all day are perverts, creeps or nerds.

― Ms Misery, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 13:42 (eighteen years ago)

at least he said "or" and not "and"...

― onimo, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 13:45 (eighteen years ago)

Mr Unruly knows about internet message boards, but has no interest in them whatsoever. I will sometimes relate to him some funny anecdote which someone has written here, but even then he has no desire to ever read the screen for himself, and doesn't understand at all why I enjoy chatting with a bunch of strangers. "They're not real, you know", he says. Quite seriously, I am convinced he believes that I sit here typing things back and forth to myself all day :(

― C J, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 14:20 (eighteen years ago)

BUT CJ!!! THE INTERNET MESSAGES ARE COMING FROM INSIDE YOUR HOUSE!!!

;-)

― Masonic Boom, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 14:23 (eighteen years ago)

CJ, are Mr Unruly and my guy related?

― Ms Misery, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 14:24 (eighteen years ago)

Oh God, maybe you are in inside my head.


Maybe Mr Unruly is dividing his time between the two of us, Ms Misery! I have often doubted the veracity of these so-called weekly "darts matches", and wonder where it is he really goes on Wednesdays!

― C J, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 14:29 (eighteen years ago)

Now that's the love triangle indeed.

― Ned Raggett, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 14:55 (eighteen years ago)

Yes I'm not sure what dart machines are although I like the sound of them. The only place G. ever goes is to Home Depot.

― Ms Misery, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 14:56 (eighteen years ago)

Darts matches, not machines. It's a game where you throw little brass arrows at people's heads (or at least, it's like that when I play it)

― C J, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 14:59 (eighteen years ago)

haha, okay that makes more sense. I know what darts are and was trying to figure out an approximation of the game could be played via something like an electronic poker machine.

― Ms Misery, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 15:01 (eighteen years ago)

Darts!!

― C J, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 15:06 (eighteen years ago)

How I wish I'd never clicked on that! Now I'll never get anything done..

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 15:42 (eighteen years ago)

"Him and his bleddy arrers! He's obsessed!!

Yrs
Mrs-Rocktor-C"

― Sarah, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 15:44 (eighteen years ago)

Mrs. Rocktor C sends me out to play darts, Sarah! She even tells people I'll chuck some arrers with them at our local after work without asking me first. Not that it's a hardship. But I reckon there's something going on - a fancy man perhaps?

― Dr.C, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 15:53 (eighteen years ago)

Timely revive, since we just had a big argument last night about this. I sometimes tease her about how her colored hairspray ends up leaving most of my bathroom (sink, toilet, baseboard) covered in a thin coat of brown muck, and I try not to get annoyed with her about it, but I guess by bringing it up so often (as I did right before we went to bed), she's gotten the hint that it kind of bugs me.

The bigger issue is that it's technically my apartment, even though she sleeps there every night, since her place is much smaller and she only has a twin bed and she's seen mice a few times. And so she's very conscious of being respectful of my space: she always asks when she brings things over (and I really have no problem with her taking up space, especially when I have an empty shelf in my refrigerator and empty drawers in my dresser), offers to help clean, is usually very considerate, etc. So I think if I still have an issue with her use of my apartment, in spite of all that (in the past, I've also wished she'd rinse dishes before putting them in the sink), then she becomes quite defensive. I'm trying to make her understand that these issues, in the grand scheme of things, are really quite trivial, but from her perspective, they're not.

― jaymc, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 15:56 (eighteen years ago)

Dr C: she is training you up to be an ASSASSIN and hypnotising you as you sleep. Like wot happened on Zoolander. A bit. Er.

― Sarah, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 16:00 (eighteen years ago)

MrJ: You know that voice I use on you when I'm answering some question about music, that one you hate, that has that tone of "why you idiot, EVERYONE on the planet knows THIS"?

Me: uhm, yes?

MrJ: That's the same one you use on me whenever I'm trying to do anything that needs tools.

Me: ...<guilty>

― Jaq, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 16:05 (eighteen years ago)

She's sort of a slob (in a girl way) and she lets people walk all over her too much in work situations and she doesn't know how to relax sometimes. Love her to bits though.

― admrl, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 16:15 (eighteen years ago)

I'm sure she'd have many more for me - checking my hair in car windows while she's talking to me, internet, annoying "music", watching football, trying to get sympathy for even the smallest difficulties.

― admrl, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 16:17 (eighteen years ago)

jaymc, does she ever offer to clean your bathroom?

― Mr. Que, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 16:25 (eighteen years ago)

I see that Sunny Successor hasn't posted on this thread since she can't come up with anything I do that drives her most around the twist.

― Pleasant Plains, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 16:33 (eighteen years ago)

Mr. Que: She has cleaned the sink sometimes, but not usually much more than that. But you know, it's not like I clean the bathroom that frequently, either. It probably wouldn't bug me as much if I would just clean more often, since it's not like cleaning up her muck would take me that much longer than usual. It mostly bugs me now because it's so visible.

Anyway, standard disclaimer that I love her and think she's fantastic in so many other ways.

― jaymc, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 16:36 (eighteen years ago)

Bastard

― admrl, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 16:37 (eighteen years ago)

yeah jaymc it sounds like the kind of thing where it would be awesome if she offered to clean up her muck--and maybe you could or should tell her that in a really nice way, but not while you are in a fight and not right after one, either. she'll probably understand, since it sounds like she's aware of your space and stuff and she's considerate.

that being said, i cannot offer this thread much in the way of confessions, because a) my wife posts around here and b) my wife is TOTALLY PERFECT OMG.

― Mr. Que, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 16:40 (eighteen years ago)


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