They go hand in hand, this love/hate relationship between two extremes that make us unique individuals.
I don’t have either.
I don’t have a pet peeve or a fetish. I have sat here for the past fifteen minutes wanting to do a blog post about this and not coming up with anything to say. I could use the all-time favorite throwback and claim that I hate it when a guy leaves the toilet seat up. Yet, in all honesty, this doesn’t bother me. Just having a guy around would be nice and I think I could live with a little wet tooshie at two in the morning all because he forgot to lower hte . . . het . . . eth . . . the seat.
$^*@##*$& I hate that! I hate misspelling the word “the.” It has to be the most annoying thing to see when someone goofs up on it. It makes me grind my teeth every time I see it spelled wrong, and that’s saying something considering I’ve made hundreds of errors on this blog. But “THE?” C’mon now! Buy a dictionary!
Ahem. I’m sorry. Where was I? Oh, right. Peeves. I can’t think of any that I can share with you. Sorry. And I have scanned the brain waves for fetishes. I’m not a clean freak, or the polar opposite of a pig in a sty. I’m not the type of controlling person who needs to have everything in a specific way or I go all out in a . . .
Whoa! Would you look at him? Mmm. Yum! I LOVE a guy with face fungus, but it has to be groomed. I don’t dig the ones who look like Grizzly Addams and he doesn’t have to squirrel away food in his beard for the Armageddon. Nicely trimmed, and clean, facial hair goes a long way for a gal like me.
. . . rage all because someone misplaced a book on the shelf or they mixed up the spices on the rack. Also, I can’t claim I have a body fetish, like freaking out if I don’t have a spot of makeup on or messing around with my hair like those guys you might have once seen in high school - they carried a comb and mirror in their back pockets and had to groom their hair every two seconds because they thought a strand was misplaced.
Could his hair be any longer? It makes me want to run fingers through those long tresses on his head. No, I don’t like long hair on a guy with a beard. If he has facial hair, then he doesn’t need the big hairdo on top. He can have short hair, or bald, on top with an attractive beard. Or he can have long hair on top and no beard. Yeah, I know there are great guys who don’t fall into these categories. Yes, there is a thing called *yawn* personality . . .
So I have no fetish to share with you. I guess I’m really easy going on peeves and not a stickler for fetishes. Well, maybe there IS one fetish I guess I have. It involves the types of guys I like to be around. It is a type of prerequisite of mine.
I adore men who make me laugh.