My ex was a little compulsive, to say the least. She used to put me through hell with her sleeping rituals. At first I thought I'd get used to it, but it only got progressively worse with time. We met at one of the sleeper cross conferences in Singapore. She was soft-spoken, introverted and exotic... until I got to know her true colors. Here's a typical scenario: It was her turn to visit me and I had planned out a romantic practice session for the two of us in the Redwoods. I had sketched out the route up the scenic California coast, stocked up on supplies and was anxious to see her at the airport that afternoon... She finally arrived... with suitcases that were bigger than my SUV. When I jokingly asked her if she was moving in, she laughed, but made it quite clear that she was going nowhere without her ralph lauren bedding and her matching ralph lauren sleepwear (and everything else, of course). She said: "It's for GOOD luck, Barrett!" But I somehow interpreted that as a cover-up for her crush on a man whose teeth are whiter than mine. But "good" luck or "good" looks... was only half the trouble...you see, the real issue was that her obsessive attitude was stepping on my bohemian toes...and I like my feet, so I had to pick them over her.
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