The other night, I was on the phone until the wee hours of the morning w/ a g/f of mine. I was in the bathroom, just sitting there, (trying with all my might to pee w/ a somewhat difficult discrection) and all of a sudden, the door opens. Ron had no common decency to knock on the closed door. Now, normally, the door stands open when it's not in use. You'd think that he would have thought that 'Ok, the door's closed, maybe I should knock before entering,' as he does live with a female here. But, no, he just opens it.
Ok, that was embarrassing enough to have Ron see me sitting on the toilet. But, it didn't stop there. When Tommy was here, Ron seemed to have some sense of decency about him. At least he wore shorts to bed. Now, seemingly from what I saw the other night when he went tip-toeing out of the bathroom, after opening it on me...was the fact that he's running around here in his briefs!! I mean....ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. This man, w/ everything that's been going on, has really caused me to have an utter disgust for him.
The man drinks like a fish, he smokes dope, is now wearing just his briefs to bed....and I found that he's got a disgusting nylon fetish. Yes. I found it the other day. He does things with the legs of women's nylons (cut off the top half, mind you). Yick. So, needless to say, I am blantantly disgusted totally with everything about this man. And here, I can't get out of this place because I'm stuck until I can get a job and get enough money to move. Why me? Why I ask?
The only thing the man's got going about him is the fact that he can cook. That is the only thing I can say, yes, he's very good at. He has cooked the meat we've eaten occassionally or done the spaghetti sauce. But, that is the ONLY thing. It's not very often I've run into a man that has disgusted me beyond disgust. The other day when I found his nylon fetish, it just sickened me...I mean to the point that I felt ill. I don't like to feel that way about ppl, but living with him, alone, I see why he hasn't had a woman in 18 years. Before, it was only 8, but he kinda sorta let it slip yesterday that it's been 18 years since he's had a woman for any long period of time. I can imagine that, in all those years, he's dated a few times, but the women see his weird side and run for the hills the other way! I know I certainly would.
My ex's have been pretty normal sexually. A few, in my early years, had some interesting fantasies, but those were fantasies, not fetishes. Oh, I did run into a guy, when I was working at this one cafeteria for a large company once that had a foot fetish. He wanted my feet. Now, I like to have my feet rubbed lightly, but this guy....whoa....wanted to take it to extremes. It so happened that the day I found that out, I had not felt good, so he offered to take me home, and he wanted my feet between his legs.
Oh geez. I was so glad to get out of that truck as quick as I could. I kept thinking, through my blinding headache, 'oh please, just let me get home as quick as possible so I can get away from this weirdo!' (I found out that I'd had a sinus infection, thus was the reason I felt so awful). Anyway, I didn't see that guy much after that, thank God.
He disgusted me, yes; made me feel uncomfortable, yes; but I didn't have to deal w/ him on a day-to-day basis. Unlike Ron, which is an every day thing. I mean, I hate to be judgmental about things like that. Ok, if that's what Ron likes, yeah, so be it. But, I do NOT want to see it. No thank you. Keep it secret. I mean, geez, obviously, it was quite noticable through the darn bag. Now, there's a HUGE trash can outside that sits in front of the apartment. I would think that if he wanted to hide it, he would have put it in there, rather than the one that I might get into to find. But, sometimes I don't think that some guys think very well when they are trying to hide things.
For instance, ok, my ex-husband Palmer (yes, that was his name), was a closet alcoholic (literally because he hid the booze in the bedroom closet and would drink it from there). There was one time, though, before he began hiding booze in the closet that I found an empty nip bottle in the trash. I'd been asking him for awhile, at that point, how come I could smell alcohol on his breath when he'd come home from work. His excuse: 'It's red-wine and vinegar dressing" I was very young, and naive at the time. How could that smell like booze? But, I didn't question it, because I actually began thinking that I was just being paranoid. Anyway, when I found the nip bottle, I asked him how come there was an empty one in the trash. He told me that he'd 'found it out in the driveway'. Ok, so I was dumb and naive at the time. But, there was a large dumpster outside, right beside where he'd park the truck. Could he not put it in there if he found it in the driveway? Uh no...duh because he'd drank it in the house, and didn't think I would find it. Duh!!!
Anyway, back to the point. It is beyond me, why, when ppl try to hide things. I mean this bag was tied up nice and neat. Don't they don't think that someone else may find out? Then again, maybe he wanted me to find it? I don't know. I don't know about the way his mind works. I know, that it works in a drunken, stoned way most of the time...and they don't think straight. If it had been me, I would have gone the extra little distance to put it into the trash can outside, not in the one in the kitchen! Geez.
So, all in all, I've become quite disgusted with this man....can you tell? Thank God he's leaving this afternoon and won't be back until Sunday, sometime...YIPEEEEE. Boy, that makes me want to dance, and skip around! LOL. Well, I should be getting ready. I've got a few things to do today, then....oh boy, I get to do whatever I desire later. Oh happy day!"
