The Tale of Two Tubes

[thoreau]

As my growing nurturing loving (adnauseam) relationship with Dave continues - there are a few little compromises that pop-up now and then.

For instance, I've been calmly told that I simply misuse toothpaste.

Dave is an evangelical 'squeeze from the back of the tube' colgate devotee. I am from the modern school of "squeeze however you have to - even if from the middle" leaving the tube on the bathroom counter in shapen convulsions of colgate carnage. It causes Dave unexpectedly visual, indentifiable distress when he comes from the bathroom at either of our apartments and has seen the tube of toothpaste 'violated' in such a way.

After coming from the scene of the squeeze last weekend, he had clearly had enough. After several hours of himming and hawwing - he gently brought the subject up - wondering aloud if I'd had a 'bad toothpaste experience' as a child or some other event in my life that had taught me that misusing a tube of toothpaste in such an abhorrent catastrophic manner seemed 'acceptable' to me.

He was very concerned.

So tomorrow when Dave shows up to spend the weekend we'll have both an orderly pushed from the back of the tube of Colgate and my abhorrent violently abused freak of nature misshapen tube. All in the spirit of compromise and boyfriendial bliss.

It's all about balance, right?

Comments

[low-fat-muffin.livejournal.com]

oh I'm exaggerating for comic effect. Dave and I - even at a year of being together - are still in romantic bliss mode. Every weekend is like our first date. It's pretty awesome.

The only other "issues" we have as a couple is his disdain for facial tissue with lotion on it. It's "Icky" - and he says I overuse it. LOL! He also hates my pillow - I have a foam sleeping pillow he has also proclaimed "The Icky Pillow." We were watching a movie one night - a couple was sharing a bed - and all smiles and I piped up "I guess neither of them has an Icky Pillow to deal with at night" - and he replied "and I hope you know I am ignoring you." LOL!

[wescobear.livejournal.com]

And yet there are people who get worked up about minor issues like this... my ex for one. He actually told me that I folded my towels (in my home) the wrong way. When I asked what book the standard was in, got bright red and said something about "Well, everyone knows." Life is too short for this kind of crap.