Tiny Balls

I've begun phasing Bartender out of the picture because I've noticed some disturbing personal hygiene habits. On the ME front, things are going relatively well, except for the fact that she can't stay out and we keep having sex on her neighbor's couch and floor.

Two weeks ago I stayed over Bartender's house after a night of bar hopping. We had sex several times and when I was about to finish she said "cum on my face" which of course I obliged. I also came on her chest once later that night, then we passed out.

Fast forward to me getting jolted out of bed by a terrible buzzing noise at 9:30am. It was an alarm, which was something I've never heard at Bartender's house before. I nudged her and said "what's up with that?", and without moving she said "I'm working brunch today". I got up, put on my pants, then went to the bathroom to take a leak. When I came out Bartender had her pants on and was buttoning up her black dress shirt for work. I sat on her bed and started pulling on my boots, and she went into the bathroom. Three minutes later she came out and said "Do you want to walk together". It's at this point that I realized she wasn't going to take a shower before going to work.

Call me obsessive compulsive but I was grossed out that she would go to work, where she serves food and drinks, funked up from sex and with my cum all over her. Think about that next time you see something in your waitresses hair at a restaurant. I'm sure worse atrocities take place in kitchens all over the city, I just don't want to know about them, much less sleep with them.

It gets worse, for me at least.

Last Thursday I had bartender over for dinner and to watch a movie. After the movie we went to bed and I went down on her. While I was down there I noticed a tiny little ball of something on my tongue and pulled it off with my fingers and went back to work. A minute later I noticed another little ball on my tongue, but this time I investigated further and realized what it was. The tiny little ball was toilet paper that had rolled itself into a nub. I felt around and there were more. I stopped, I couldn't continue with the combined knowledge that she doesn't seem to shower often enough and that I was now encountering tiny wads of toilet paper on her vagina.

Let's just move on.

Things with ME are going well except for the minor inconvenience that her mother lives with her and she can't sleep out. It has its pros and cons, the cons being that we are reduced to quickies at my house followed by an hour in the car driving her home. The alternative is having sex at her neighbor's house, which needless to say is odd. I was hoping those days were behind me after I graduated high school.

Logistics aside, I like ME. I think she's a fantastic person. She's very smart (a doctor), compassionate, well traveled, well read, knows a lot about art, is opinionated but open to new ideas, etc. However, she lacks some things that I always thought would be important to me. For instance, I love the ocean and sailing, and as I've said before she is afraid of the water and can't swim. Actually, she doesn't like the outdoors in general. Camping, hiking, white water rafting, these things don't interest her. Lastly, and probably most importantly, ME is pretty high maintenance. She likes and is used to the finer things in life. As an example, on Sunday she told me that she would only drive German cars, and I don't think she was referring to Volkswagen's. She cited safety as the reason, but I bet she wouldn't drive a Volvo, one of the safest cars on the road.

What is interesting to me is that these things don't seem to be deal breakers.