Regarding the cabinet rearranging, you’re absolutely right. He keeps his saute pans in an upper cabinet that will not shut because of the pans’ width. Made sense to me to move them to the lower cabinet where there’s plenty of room and the doors will close.
But they’re his cabinets and his space and it works for him and I was wrong. I apologized for it. The slamming of everything he laid his hands on following my apology was what bothered me so.
Regarding El Paso - this community control bracelet keeps me pretty much anchored on the Redneck Riviera.
sheesh… I wish I could find me a gal that only wanted to cook and have sex… you know, me bein’ found of eating and… well, having sex, and all… and if she’s doin’ the cookin’ she can rearrange to her hearts content.
Don’t feel like a putz. A lot of us guys take out our insecurity, etc. on some other convenient target, so that we don’t have to face it.
My wife of ten years (in july) and I have a deal. I do the cooking (because we both agree that I’m better at it. ) and she cleans the dishes. If she cooks, I clean the dishes. It works for us.
As for the sex, he must need viagra or something. As for myself and most of the friends I’ve discussed it with, usually it’s us guys who want it more than our SO’s.
And about the weight gain…that’s what a treadmill is for.
hehehe…that’s funny, I’ve noticed that the best way to make my wife horny is to take the day off of work so that I can greet her with a clean house and dinner on the table. I’ve only done it a couple of times (otherwise the surprise is lost), but boy, does it work wonders!
Wile E. Coyote:
Treadmill. ack.
I curse your dang dern hide.
Weight gain?
I’m 5’10" and 145 pounds, but no supermodel, fer sure. Just got back from Guatemala where I helped build a house at 8,000 ft. Yeah, I huffed and puffed a little bit, but survived with minimal bloodshed and all digits returned as presented in the original.
Worst food + plus sex story I heard involved a PayDay candy bar and disengaged peanuts.
Hehehe…well, I think I’m not the only one around here who’d be interested in meeting you in real life, were it not for the fact that I’m madly in love with my wife. You sound like a catch!
This person, this soon to be Ex person? It sounds like he did SUCH a good job of being a responsible adult, covering the debts, raising the kids, dealing with the bi-polar ex, that at some point he decided he was such hot shit, he was allowed to mistreat his future partners.
Sorry. Doesn’t wash. This guy stinks like yesterday’s diapers. You sound like a terrific lady, some fellow out there will be lucky to meet you and will likely BEG you to rearrange his frypans !!!
Jesus. What an idiot. I mean, if you don’t cut him free now, what’s next, graceland? I’ll tell ya: “My girlfriend keeps insisting on going down on me and won’t allow talking during football.”
That’s right up there with the guy who stopped calling me because I kicked his ass at video games. Um…I’m a girl, who has (on occation, and by the aforementioned gentleman) been called hot, who is drinking beer and playing video games with you. Far as I can tell, that’s halfway there to a letter to Penthouse. Just because I have this freakish, God-given talent for Monkeyball isn’t any reason to feel your masculinity compromised, man. Count your godammed blessings.
Men are far more bizaare then they initially let on.
Let’s see. You like to Sex and Cooking. I like sex and eating…
Sounds like a match. As far as rearranging my cabinets - well, the only way I would know is that I would now be able to see the counter… But there are things that I would be pissed about if you randomly change them in my house. On the other hand, if you had moved it, I would consider it our house.
Relationships are hard. I wish you luck finding someone who fits.
SwimmingRiddles:
Be *vewy, vewy * quiet. Though this may be a rather well-known attribute of the male of the species, Mrs. Mobius does not appear to have noticed… graceland: As for this thread’s original topic, I can’t begin to imagine what “stb-ex” could have been thinking - and I’ve been told I’m pretty imaginative… If Mrs. Mobius ever decides I’m more bother than what I’m worth, I might just have to look you up (after I gather up my favorite recipes, of course)…
) and she cleans the dishes. If she cooks, I clean the dishes. It works for us.
