'Tis a women thing really..

The way she starts talking to me at the other end of the house and expects me to be able to hear her

My wife does that. Always when I'm in the shower, or next to a noisy microwave, or with the kettle boiling, or the washing machine going full tilt. Then gets cross when I can't hear her...
 
Not sure if this is just a female thing, but my housemate is absurdly paranoid about things at times. She's always worried about leaving her straighteners on in the morning, to the point that the inbox on my phone is full with "I'm sure I switched them off!!! xx" texts.

Similar thing with her car, she's always worried she hasn't locked it, gets stressed out when it's not absolutely straight in her parking space (to the point that she'll park, come inside the flat, then 5 minutes later go out there and straighten it up). We live in a flat and the allocated parking space for ours is right outside the lounge window, which means she'll sit there in the evenings on the sofa next to said window, twitching the blinds every 5 minutes to look outside to check on her car, or if she sees headlights, or hears someone walk past, or anything.

I've had my car in her space for the past week or so because she's been away, so when she got back she took mine (which is just across from hers). When I popped out for 10 minutes last night, she'd moved her car to her space (for no reason other than so she could see it from the sofa), which meant someone stole mine. Suffice it to say I wasn't impressed.

Bit of a rant, needed to get that out!
 
like you guys are all soooooooooo perfect -

like you never leave your socks/pants/trousers etc. etc. lying around instead of putting them in the laundry basket?

like you never leave the loo/ bathroom so toxic that it takes industrial strength air freshener and six months to make it fit for human habitation again?

like you always remember your relatives' birthdays and never have to be reminded to send your mum/ dad/ brother a birthday card?

like you never drive too fast?

like you never wee all over the loo seat/floor and always remember to put the seat/lid back down?

like you never sulk?

i could go on, but you're all so perfect it would be a waste of time. :D

Revenge is sweet.

TheVoice, that sounds more like OCD than a woman being weird.
 
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like you girls are all soooooooooo perfect -

like you never leave your sanitary towels/tampons on full display in the bathroom, or used ones in a mountain in the bin

like you never leave the loo/ bathroom so toxic from the smell of the million god awful products you "need" that it takes industrial strength air freshener and six months to make it fit for human habitation again?

like you somehow manage to go through a whole roll of toilet paper in 2 days?

like you never drive like a retard?

like you never remember to put the seat/lid back up?

like you never require a detailed running commentary on any film tha isnt White Chicks or Legally Blonde?

i could go on, but you're all so perfect it would be a waste of time. :D

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DC: Have you seen my keys?
Mrs DC: They're on the side.


What is this magical "side", and exactly which side is it on! There's 4 to every room!
 
like you guys are all soooooooooo perfect -

like you never leave your socks/pants/trousers etc. etc. lying around instead of putting them in the laundry basket?

like you never leave the loo/ bathroom so toxic that it takes industrial strength air freshener and six months to make it fit for human habitation again?

like you always remember your relatives' birthdays and never have to be reminded to send your mum/ dad/ brother a birthday card?

like you never drive too fast?

like you never wee all over the loo seat/floor and always remember to put the seat/lid back down?

like you never sulk?

i could go on, but you're all so perfect it would be a waste of time. :D

CAN OF WORMS

I clean, she cooks.

I leave the bog seat down.

She likes my driving.

blah blah blah, that's why we're together.

The problem is, if I'm unhappy or whatever, I talk about share it and hope for some help and support or just to vent. With her, she tells me nothing which is a sign of distrust and REALLY infuriating at times. Oh, and she's the messiest person on this planet, but I put up with it and whatnot.
 
Yup, we're crackers.

I do get surprised why the bloke doesn't know why I'm upset, but tbh if he knew he was upsetting me (i.e. if I'd let it show while whatever it is was happening) then he would've stopped there and then.

Miscommunication innit. We get thoughts lodged into our heads that can be really hard to shake.

I got upset that he wasn't reaching out for me, smiling or generally giving a toss about me at a gig Sat night. Turns out he was so engrossed that he wasn't noticing anything else, never mind me, and just wondered why I kept coming and going (I run away from the mosh pit when the rawk cranks up, I don't like being pushed around).

I wouldn't normally mind but it wasn't a band I knew, I was there to be with him and generally enjoy some new music but didn't feel like I got his company at all...

good example here, you went all the way to a gig and wanted to leave when it was on. join in or don't go. shouldn't expect him to miss out.
 
like you guys are all soooooooooo perfect -

like you never leave your socks/pants/trousers etc. etc. lying around instead of putting them in the laundry basket?

like you never leave the loo/ bathroom so toxic that it takes industrial strength air freshener and six months to make it fit for human habitation again?

like you always remember your relatives' birthdays and never have to be reminded to send your mum/ dad/ brother a birthday card?

like you never drive too fast?

like you never wee all over the loo seat/floor and always remember to put the seat/lid back down?

like you never sulk?

That's a bit scary :o

But what guys can do is admit it we're like this - girls can never admit it!
 
like you guys are all soooooooooo perfect -

like you never leave your socks/pants/trousers etc. etc. lying around instead of putting them in the laundry basket?
Who cares ? If I want them on my floor that's where they stay till laundry day.
like you never leave the loo/ bathroom so toxic that it takes industrial strength air freshener and six months to make it fit for human habitation again?
I like my own smell thanks. Not our fault your noses are more sensitive than male noses.
like you always remember your relatives' birthdays and never have to be reminded to send your mum/ dad/ brother a birthday card?
Who cares, it's just a birthday, it's all hype. It's not like you change every b'day all the sudden.
like you never drive too fast?
Of course we do, the speed limits are a bloody joke. Women speed too though.
like you never wee all over the loo seat/floor and always remember to put the seat/lid back down?
I don't. As for the seat: there's 2 males and 1 female in my home, so the seat stays up as majority rules. I am annoyed too when I have to pull the seat up.

like you never sulk?

i could go on, but you're all so perfect it would be a waste of time. :D
What's sulking ?
 
good example here, you went all the way to a gig and wanted to leave when it was on. join in or don't go. shouldn't expect him to miss out.
Uh?

The gig was good, I just wasn't familiar with all the tunes. Surely you know how different and more compelling a gig is when you can sing along?

Also, I was upset, but was determined not to let it show until afterwards as that would indeed have ruined it for him. I tried not to be upset (as I realised it was dumb) but it all came spilling out afterwards, and he was really very nice about it. So ner.
 
DC: Have you seen my keys?
Mrs DC: They're on the side.


What is this magical "side", and exactly which side is it on! There's 4 to every room!

My wife never, ever knows where her keys are. Or anything else for that matter.

Also, it'll often be that one of us unlocks the car to put stuff in, then the other ends up driving. Quite frequently, when she opens the car up, she leaves her keys in the door, and we start hearing a rattling noise a once we hit about 30 and have to try to reach out of the window and get them without dropping them in the road.
 
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