Monday, June 19, 2006
The Grossest Date Ever in my book
Okay first off, I made the mistake of getting involved with my 23 year old neighbor. I'm 41 and have been labeled a "Cougar" and that did not sit well with me. I've always dated guys younger than me, but never this young, and never for any period of time. For those of you not familiar with the term "Cougar" it is a term used for females who seek out and purposefully date men way younger than themselves.
At First, it was all fun and games, and I admit I had relations with him, which was bad actions on my part, but he was very cute and snuggly. I overlooked the conditions of his apartment, and said to myself that I didn't have to be annoyed because it wasn't my living conditions. Pretty soon after a week, I was totally disgusted with the dirty bathroom, I even excused myself to go use my own bathroom so not to have to use his as it was a total disaster. I never ate up there because his kitchen was horrible and a HazMat team should have been called to clean it up. After several comments he actually did clean the kitchen. I wondered why he slept in the front room on his futon, and I discovered why after going in the bedroom and discovering how absolutely filthy it was, no surprise to me. I even bought a brand new garbage can and liners for him so that he could keep his garbage under control. Only to my shock and horror that the garbage totally overflowed and he never took it out anyway. I stopped going up there and when he asked me why I flat out told him because his place was disgusting. Of course he got this hurt look and said "What do you expect, I'm a 23 yr. old bachelor." NO EXCUSE!!
Second, this excuse of being a "Hippy" doesn't cut it with me because all my friends are opposed to hippies and I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. You can be a hippy and not be a filthy pig. Go take a shower for Christ sake!!
So here's the last straw. The other day I went up there and the dog he has illegaly in his apartment has taken a huge shit right on the bed. He uses one, not doubled or two, but one fucking paper towel to pick up the huge load. I am getting sick to my stomach, but not only that, but he leaves a little bit of the poop on the bed and doesn't even bat an eyelash. So I tell him I am leaveing and that it is way beyond my range of disgusting. Literally I cannot stand it anymore and I just blow up and tell him exactly what I think of his filth. Again, no visible recognition that this is very uncomfortable and hard for me to say to him. So I leave and try to put it out of my mind.
I've already made up my mind that there is no way I am ever going to sleep with him again. I am so disgusted at this point that I don't even want to be friends with him.
So then last night after I get home from a lovely Father's Day celebration with my family, he comes down and puts his hands on me and I shirk away, and of course he gets upset and wants to know what my problem is, so I ask him "When is the last time you took a shower?" and it was 3 days ago. UGH GROSS GROSS!!! I tell him that I am very particular of my hygene and I don't sleep with filthy pigs. Of course he is once again offended and tells me that I am the most hypocritcal, self centered, and egotystical person he has ever met and leaves. Thank God he left. Now I have the undaunting task of telling him to his face that I no longer want to be romantic and should just leave it as friends. I can't take it anymore!! I'm going to go throw up~~
At First, it was all fun and games, and I admit I had relations with him, which was bad actions on my part, but he was very cute and snuggly. I overlooked the conditions of his apartment, and said to myself that I didn't have to be annoyed because it wasn't my living conditions. Pretty soon after a week, I was totally disgusted with the dirty bathroom, I even excused myself to go use my own bathroom so not to have to use his as it was a total disaster. I never ate up there because his kitchen was horrible and a HazMat team should have been called to clean it up. After several comments he actually did clean the kitchen. I wondered why he slept in the front room on his futon, and I discovered why after going in the bedroom and discovering how absolutely filthy it was, no surprise to me. I even bought a brand new garbage can and liners for him so that he could keep his garbage under control. Only to my shock and horror that the garbage totally overflowed and he never took it out anyway. I stopped going up there and when he asked me why I flat out told him because his place was disgusting. Of course he got this hurt look and said "What do you expect, I'm a 23 yr. old bachelor." NO EXCUSE!!
Second, this excuse of being a "Hippy" doesn't cut it with me because all my friends are opposed to hippies and I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. You can be a hippy and not be a filthy pig. Go take a shower for Christ sake!!
So here's the last straw. The other day I went up there and the dog he has illegaly in his apartment has taken a huge shit right on the bed. He uses one, not doubled or two, but one fucking paper towel to pick up the huge load. I am getting sick to my stomach, but not only that, but he leaves a little bit of the poop on the bed and doesn't even bat an eyelash. So I tell him I am leaveing and that it is way beyond my range of disgusting. Literally I cannot stand it anymore and I just blow up and tell him exactly what I think of his filth. Again, no visible recognition that this is very uncomfortable and hard for me to say to him. So I leave and try to put it out of my mind.
I've already made up my mind that there is no way I am ever going to sleep with him again. I am so disgusted at this point that I don't even want to be friends with him.
So then last night after I get home from a lovely Father's Day celebration with my family, he comes down and puts his hands on me and I shirk away, and of course he gets upset and wants to know what my problem is, so I ask him "When is the last time you took a shower?" and it was 3 days ago. UGH GROSS GROSS!!! I tell him that I am very particular of my hygene and I don't sleep with filthy pigs. Of course he is once again offended and tells me that I am the most hypocritcal, self centered, and egotystical person he has ever met and leaves. Thank God he left. Now I have the undaunting task of telling him to his face that I no longer want to be romantic and should just leave it as friends. I can't take it anymore!! I'm going to go throw up~~
