I’m with FairyChatMom. There are a lot of things I’ll put up with, but blind stupidity and selfishness I won’t (old example: he drinks, I don’t, he downs a few too many and refuses to let me drive him home, I take the bus and find a new boyfriend). If he’s a slob, I’ll hire a maid. I can read while he watches football. I can deal with way-out-there family issues, as long as he makes an effort with mine. I guess I don’t really have a type. My exes have all been radically different. Of course it is very generous of me to make these allowances for men, because I am absolutely perfect in every way and would never annoy, bore, or completely gross out anyone with my behavior. 
:runs up to Falcon, hugs her, smooches the hell out of her, then runs back to the Church of the Visible Pink Foreskin:
You coming or what?
Tiny voices sound like they need big hugs
::hug ::
You know, if a NEW MOD wanted to get off on the right foot with the Teeming 10,000, they’d get a hug smiley…
I can put up with everything, except:
- Lying/Cheating
- Trying to change me for his benefit
- Bigots/Racists/Etc.
Religious orientation doesn’t matter and neither does color, in my book. I don’t care what’s in your past as long as you don’t carry it to the present, and looks don’t matter to me.
Though I have batted zero in this department I am prepared to give a fair answer.
Things I can tolerate:
Smoking. Both of my parents smoked. However, a chain-smoker–or someone who constantly coughs, or spends too much money on smoking, would test my patience.
A crusty attitude, or some swearing. Again, I am accustomed to this from my relatives. If someone has dropped the occasional four-letter word into their conversation–as quite a few people I have know have done–I can live with that. Someone whose vocabulary is half profanity/obscenity–that’s another story.
Slight carelessness in dress/grooming/finances. I have lived in a glass house here and I know better than to throw stones.
Specific tastes in clothes/food/entertainment. OK, so maybe she doesn’t like steaks (she may be a vegetarian), or ham (maybe she comes from a Jewish family) or exotic foreign foods (she may have digestive problems. What’s the big deal? You don’t like tamales/sukiyaki/gyros? So we’ll go to a Howard Johnson’s or Denny’s and have steak and eggs, or halibut with onions.
Things I don’t tolerate, because I have suffered from them:
The Chatty-Cathy syndrome. One woman I know won’t use 20 or 30 words where she can use 200 or 300. I think she’ll be done when she says “The bottom line…” and she continues for 30 minutes or more (literally!!) She once called me up after I got home–I was working a swing shift–and kept me unwillingly on the phone for over an hour when I wanted to sleep!
A nasty attitude. One woman I know made insulting remarks to her own parents–in their owm home! She even insulted her father’s elderly uncle when I was present. (Her father angrily bawled her out.) She also called my mother a “bitch” once–and only retracted it when I angrily told her I wouldn’t tolerate that from her.
A whining attitude about food, specifically in restaurants. This same woman–named Sheila–often sent food back, and one time whined, after we left (she insisted the food was spoiled,) than her Jewish ancestry made her moroe particular. (I pointed out that the Jewish Scriptures frown on such snobbishness. And I was hurt that she actually thought I was going to have her poisoned. Yeah, right.)
I’m sorry if this sounds like a rant. But my feelings on this topic are quite strong. 