Sigh, perfection does not exist, other than myself.
My seemingly perfect plaything has two… no three annoying habits.
1. The TV watch and phone talk
He does this regularly. He will insist on talking but then he watches TV. I don’t know what it is about the male brain, that it can only process one thing at a time. He cannot process a word I say. When I asked him , once, what I had said, he repeated the words off the TV! If that is not enough to incur my wrath, he continued to insist that he can, indeed, talk and that he is listening. Indeed!
2. The “be-in-my-mood-not-yours”
Oh, this, this he just did! He has been in some warped super happy, annoyingly irritating, think he’s funny by being sarcastic, sort of mood. It is more annoying than anything else and, hello! it does not endear you to me at all. It is not romantic. It is not loving and it certainly does not evidence sympathy after a long hard day. I don’t know what gave him the jambronic idea that I would enjoy his ridiculously immature attitude. Or what made him have the gall to thing that I would feel happy with his constant silly antics. Men should, i think, accomodate what the woman wants and not the other way. Why should we? As Russell Peters said, Be a man!
3. The “No, don’t shop with your money….. or mine”
WTF. (nuff said)
I’m so not in the mood to look beyond all the small things to see the big picture. When they said don’t sweat the small stuff, it did not relate to men. If it did, who would train our little playthings? I was so annoyed, I actually jumped on the floor and did a noteworthy number of military stye push-ups to vent frustration. (yes jules, it works!) and now my arms are aching and there is no one to massage them, except Mr. Perfect Annoying.
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