LOL, I do all that stuff too. It drives him batty. Especially the nipple thing…
Let’s see, what else do I do?
I tend to tune people out—all people. So, I’ll be off in my own little world and he’ll be talking, and I’ll catch, “…can you believe that?”
“Uh…can I believe what?”
“I just talked for 10 mins and you didn’t hear a word I said!”
“You were talking for ten minutes? Dude, I didn’t hear a word.”
That really, really makes him mad. Especially since I do it all the time…not on purpose, it just happens.
I write checks out of order. You see, we share a checkbook which has side-bound duplicate checks. Rather that carefully thumb through the dupes to the next fresh check, I just flip to where there is sure to be a fresh check and write it out. I figure all the checks will get written eventually, so what’s the diff if my $17.44 at Wally World is out of sequence? I mean, it’s not like I took another whole pad of checks and started writing them! Sheesh!
Also, I never answer the phone. I let the machine pick up 90% of the time. If it’s someone I want to talk to (which is rarely the case) it’s easy to grab it.
Believe it or not, these two minor little things make him crazy! You’d think I was stomping kittens or something!
Add me to the “pretty much by existing lately” crowd.
But when she’s not attempting to show how long someone can live with a stick up the ass, I can pretty well be sure to annoy her by:
tickling
providing a purple nurple
tweaking her nose
wet willie
mentioning that sex would be a good thing when we just did it a) last night b)last week c) last month
What she does that annoys me (and I’m certainly in the right here):
listens to CMT in bed while I’m trying to sleep, despite the fact that contemporary country music is the work of the devil
puts on her headphones to listen to contemporary country, making me hear the tinny yodels of Jo Dee Messina or Garth “Chris Gaines” Brooks while I’m trying to sleep
comes into my home office while I’m working and tries to carry on a conversation about something of deep importance
when I mention that sex would be a good thing, says that we just did it a) last night b) last week c) last month
If I have goopy dishes, I’ll fill them with soapy water and let them soak in the sink before de-gooping them and putting them in the dishwasher - stuff like oatmeal or slightly dried spaghetti sauce or a particularly greasy baking dish. Why should I scrub when the soap and warm water will make the goop easier to remove??
He has fits over that. It’s not like I leave lights on all over the house or leave my shoes in the middle of the floor where an unsuspecting soul could trip over them. You’d think after 18 years, he’d chill out…
One of my habits drives my SO up the wall. I’ll sometimes turn to him and say “don’t you think so ?” out of the blue. I have been thinking about something we’ve been discussing, perhaps a week ago, and come to a conclusion in my mind, and turn to him, obviously thinking he’s been following the discussion in my mind. I have no idea why I think he can read my mind, but he’s getting a lot better at guessing what subject I’m referring to.
Wasting the day by surfing the SDMB, he hammers cuts saws rakes fixes and generally putters and checks in to see me sitting like a spud in front of the 'puter. Drives him nuts.
So what! I pick up his empties and the bottle caps and the dirty socks turned inside out and the cigarette buts out of my garden and do I complain NO!
What is with all of you tickling/nose-licking/goosing/nipple-pinchers??? If your SO is annoyed by it, why don’t you stop? Or at least make sure your breath isn’t yicky before you nose-lick? Please?
(Can you tell whose DH is part of your club?)
Me, I do the leg-shaking thing (can’t help it, it’s involuntary).
When I’m upset, I do several things that annoy him, all of which I am working on. First, I don’t want to admit it. I’m pretty open on the internet, but IRL I hate to talk about my feelings and shit. ESPECIALLY to anyone I am mad at. This drives him up a wall and causes him to constantly ask if I am mad about something. Which drives me up a wall.
Secondly, when we do fight, I start feeling frustrated like I can’t express myself, so I have a tendency to make a snide remark and walk away. Pisses him off to no end.
Finally, he always ends up getting to a point where he is beyond his anger and wants to talk rationally. But I never get to that point unless I have had some time to myself (and usually by then I no longer want to admit there was a problem to begin with). So I just agree with whatever he says. Then later we end up fighting about it again and he gets mad because he thought we’d worked it out and come to an agreement.
Yeah, I suck at conflict resolution. But I am getting better.
Oddly enough, he gets annoyed when he fails to read my mind. Clearly, this is his failing, not mine, right?
(I’m kidding about the failing part, I realize that is in fact totally annoying.)
One of the most blessed things about him is that he really doesn’t get that annoyed about hardly anything. He tolerates me letting the cat call him “Daddy,” even in front of his friends (this I think makes him a candidate for sainthood), with a minimum of eye-rolling. But a few months ago, Petsmart had an adorable commercial that showed a couple taking a bubble bath, with their little dog in the tub. The first time we saw that commecial, I looked over to him with a big grin on my face, and in turn, he shot me the LOOK OF DEATH.
Oh, the biggest thing – he gets very annoyed when I do stuff on the computer that doesn’t match the way he does stuff. He has some elaborate system about where different sorts of files are supposed to go, and frankly, I just let all the chips fall where they may. This does chap his ass mightily.
I mutter. When I’m mildly POd about something, that is. I don’t shout and rail on and on, because that’s inappropriate, but I don’t suffer in silence either. I mutter sarcastic things under my breath, but loud enough so she knows I’m muttering sarcastic things under my breath, even if she can’t make out the words.
Another thing I do, and I really have to control this, is inappropriate touching. Not the nose-licking type of things that people have mentioned in this thread (and why do you people do that? It’s deliberately annoying, provocative behavior. I’d be inclined to hate it, too).
I mean, sometimes, I just want to hold my wife’s breasts or squeeze her butt or something, but she says it makes her feel like a piece of meat. This doesn’t happen during foreplay, mind you, but sometimes, just when we’re talking in the kitchen or something, she just is so pretty and desirable, and I just want to touch her. Not fair to her, though, it’s her body. Anyway, she hates it.
That gives me the heeby jeeby’s too, a hand out of the blue cupping my bunlet or following the seam of my crotch and I’m already in a snit about this and that and then a sly touch I’ll back hand him one of these days.
oooh! What the heck? I have a load of sock-puppets that I dont rememeber making… and they have more posts than me!!
I do the leg twitching thing like Zev to screams of “Balance yourself goddammit!”, like FairyChatMom I have a “system” of leaving dishes to “soak”… Not appreciated…
I too am guilty of provocative poking/licking (read that as you will), where I will poke and tickle and bite just to irritate.
However, I think such poking and tickling is more than allowed considering my SO seems to have soul mates here too… She is a great one for sticking her finger in my mouth when I yawn, I dont think I have yawned properly in about 7 years, I have this total pavlovian reaction that prevents me now. Delphica, I too loose my nut over the fact that SO does not use the puter in the same way I do. Worst of all is that she decides to save docs on my puter, and just anywhere! Last but not least, Breezy has a buddy here too, once the date is gone on the food, its in the bin, if it even makes it that long! I am very flexible in these matters however and resort to almost lying in order to keep food in the fridge “The salsa? Nooo we only opened that a week ago”…
I find this thread reassuring, other people are just as odd as we are.
