poor hygiene. I’m not interested in spending time with a man who smells like old laundry, old BO, bad breath, or all the other possible unpleasant smells. Also, patchouli. I don’t know if those who put it on really underestimate just how strong the smell is, they think it’s sexy, or they think it covers up bad smells. It doesn’t. It’s just breath-takingly stinky.
poor sense of humor. I’m not interested in spending time with a man whose sense of humor ossified at the age of eleven. For the most part, I don’t find bodily functions, pain, humiliation, or social awkwardness good for a laugh. There could be that special moment of context, but that’s rare. Also, don’t explain jokes to me. I get them. Really. If I don’t, I’ll ask.
limited knowledge. It’s great that you know absolutely everything about auto mechanics for the 1993 Ferrari Borborygmus. Everyone needs a hobby, and my areas of interest are probably just as obscure and tiresome to other people. However, you need to know other stuff too. General stuff. Specific stuff. Funny stuff. Recent stuff. Old stuff. Spread it around a little, you know?
Frat boy persona. That’ll have me running for the door. I’m sure there are many, many wonderful men who were once members of a fraternity. I think they may have been rounded up and released into a preserve, because I’ve never encountered one in real life. Stupidity, entitlement, bigotry, homophobia, drinking problems, misogyny, laziness, and so much more. All in one easy-to-open container!
Zealotry. Usually it’s the religious or political types that make me uneasy, but it comes in all flavors, none of them pleasant.
That’s all I can think of for now. I’m sure I’ve missed something that will be dramatically pointed out to me by the Hand of God on my next date. sigh
If she wishes. My point is not literally that she must be able to compete with me in living-room Jeopardy!, but, as stated in my post, that she must be intelligent. Being smart enough to do well while watching Jeopardy! is certainly an indicator.
Well, no. True, a ex-smoker will usually put on a few pounds, but I can’t think of people who lose weight by starting nicotine addiction- other than the wieght of the tumour they cut out of you. Now, if you dip as a way to stop smoking- then I am behind you 100%- as long as you are going down the road of stopping dip someday too.
In any case, we are talking maybe 5 pounds, the wieght you can lose after a *really *good shit. Hardly worth risking your lungs or your teeth over.