We all have our annoying habits. Perhaps to those who really love us, they are endearing. I rather hope so. Nevertheless, I’m astonished that at the time, none of these habits (each from different blokes, you may be glad to hear) wound me up.
Eating with mouth open.
Wiping the side in the kitchen every five minutes.
Dancing with mouth open.
Picking ones feet in front of the telly and leaving the bits on the coffee table.
I can only deduce that it must have been love. Especially given how intolerant I am.
Despite some of my initial misgivings about being surrounded by loved-upness when I am decidedly not, Of course I am delighted for my friend who’s found her Mr Right, but at my age (fast approaching 29), being a single girl at these things can be, well, tough.
But this friend lifted my spirits by telling me stories of dreadful things that her boyfriend had done when drunk. Awards go to:
The man who went to bed with a kebab in hand. The girlfriend woke up covered in it. She was a vegetarian.
The man who wet the bed. Twice.
The man who got out of the bed and then weed against the wall, all over her clothes.
Hurrah for being single!
But of course now I no longer have the rose-tinted spectacles of love, I have noticed these astonishingly annoying habits. Hanging out with friends who are exes certainly gives you a new perspective on things. And in some cases, can make you feel just a teensy-weensy bit smug.
Or is it just me?
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