The story: Last week Mrs. thief came in the bathroom to brush her teeth while I was in the shower. While she was in there, I blew my nose on my hand. Hearing the rather impressive honk (I’m well blessed in nasal volume (both meanings of the word)), she asked “What the hell was that?” I told her I just blew my nose. She asked what I used to blow my nose. I said, “Nothing, I blow my nose on my hand when I’m in the shower.”
She declared that was by far the most disgusting thing I’ve ever done. Now I’m a normal guy. I do lots of disgusting things. I scratch. I squeeze & pop. I eat food that’s fallen on the floor. Hell, I’ll eat food that one of my kids has started, drooled all over, and given up on. I pick stuff out of my toes while watching TV. To paraphrase Marie from “Everybody Loves Raymond”, I know I’m a pig who wears shoes.
I told her I didn’t think blowing my nose in the shower would even be in my personal disgusting act Top Ten list. After all, it’ll all wash down the drain, and I’m showering anyway, so I’ll be washing my hand shortly. And I find it useful to blow my nose in the shower - the steam and mist loosen up the rock hard mucus that’s formed overnight.
Now my wife is not squeamish. She’s a nurse at a major Boston hospital, so she deals with things on a daily basis that would have me puking. Yet this revolted her so much that she would barely talk to me for the rest of the day. She was clearly thinking about it, since after dinner she told me that if she ever heard me blowing my nose in the shower again, I’d be spending the night on the couch. I still can’t believe this is the thing that leaves her unable to look at me, much less touch me, for a day.
So everyone, what’s the thing you do that disgusts your SO the most?
Just about every guy I know does this so you’re not alone.
Probably the thing which disgusts me the most is pee left on the toilet seat or floor. There have already been threads about this so guys if you miss…clean it up .
Well the thing I do that disgusts my wife the most is…
Cigarette Smoking.
And there are a lot of things I do that disgust my wife.
Last nite, I had a rather cheerful time evacuating myself of some bothersome vapors induced by a dinner of chili, beer, and patty melt with onions. When the resulting olfactory assault left us both in tears (mine from laughter), I got to say, “Hey, it’s Father’s Day. This is what Fathers do!”
Then there’s eating liverwurst. She can’t even watch me eat liverwurst. On crackers, or on rye toast with mustard, and onion slices. Mmm… I loves me some liverwurst.
I let the cat eat out of the same bowl as me. While I’m eating, not after I’m done. So if I’m having cereal in the morning, I don’t mind if the cat drinks the milk while I’m eating the cereal. I let him (the cat) share my ice cream. The cat also likes to lick the salt off potato chips, so when he’s done, I’ll just eat the chip. Why let it go to waste? Poor Mr. Del thinks this is the height of repulsive.
But… hot dogs aren’t technically raw. It’s probably better to cook them, just in case they may be tainted with salmonella, but it’s doubtful you’ll keel over and die from eating them straight from the package.
By raw, you mean cold fresh out of the package? That’s not raw, they just aren’t heated up. They’re cooked when you buy them at the store. I eat them cold out of the package all the time.
slacker was just here waiting for me to get off work so we can go home, and I asked her what disgusts her the most about me. Apparently, I’m just disgusting in general by being a boy with all the scratching, burping, and farting and all, but there’s not one thing that stands out.
Of course, I don’t know if she’s seen me pick my belly button lint yet.
Yeah, I eat 'em cold out of the package (in two bites if I’m particularly hungry). She thinks they’re raw. Iunno if it will assuage her any to know that they are actually cooked, just not warmed up.
That’s ignoring all the stuff I eat out of the can…
I’m a girl and I blow my nose in the shower. And I pee in the shower. And I eat “raw” hot dogs. I’ve been known to fart, too!
I don’t think I do anything to gross out my husband. He does all those things, too. But he eats peanut butter and pickle sandwiches! Now that’s just nasty!
Eeew. Just use a Kleenex, people! This evolutionary thing has been going pretty well up til now. Try to refrain from setting us back, if possible. Either that, or wear knuckle guards…because you’re gonna need 'em!
iampunha, would it help if you told her that a hotdog is basically a really small bologna? Because it is, and no one objects to eating cold bologna sammiches. It’s also by this comparison that one can justify eating hot bologna (after all, we eat hot dogs hot, right?).
