You know you've lowered your standards in guys when you're 25, have been searching for what seems like an eternity, AND when you're willing to clean his bathroom. My last beau, who I'll refer to as Shahrukh Khan, had 99 problems and a nasty bathroom was one of them.
We had a long distance relationship, but would often visit each other. The first time I spent the night at his place I admit I had a mini panic attack. No, I didn't forget to take the pill. It was far worse...I walked into his bathroom. You had to see it, but since you didn't, let me try my best to explain it: If you listened closely, you could hear germs throwing a rave party while high on ecstasy. I walked out. I contemplated driving to Wal-Mart and buying cleaning products, but Shahrukh drove a stick shift. I have enough trouble driving an automatic.
Eventually I caved because my bladder wouldn't cooperate and peeing on myself would ensure no subsequent dates. Don't worry though, I did the whole squat-and-pee. Then I walked into his room and woke him up to complain to him about his unsanitary living conditions. Hindsight is 20/20. I think he would've found me more attractive had I soiled myself. Let's just say that he didn't agree with me, nor did he enjoy being awoken to a nagging girlfriend. Lucky for me, if I can't use his bathroom to get clean, he can't use me to get dirty. Once he came to this realization, he drove me to Wal-Mart. That day I cleaned his entire bathroom and did his laundry while at it. How he didn't consider me a keeper after that I have no idea. My friends say it was the nagging. I think they secretly have dirty bathrooms and are offended.
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