Agreed, but when did proper etiquette figure into lust!?? "Oh, excuse me my dear, while I put my penis into your vagina. I do so terribly hope you don't mind that my rampant lust for you doesn't allow me the proper time to put on a condom. Oh, Jolly good, you feel the same. Now do you wish to be on top or the bottom? A gentleman always defers to the lady."
Then the lady replies, "Sorry, dear sir, but you're not putting your cock in me without a rubber. It takes all of ten seconds, prevents the clap, and without it, your balls will be the most delightful shade of robin's egg blue, as I boot you out of my domicile and use my rabbit. Ah, quite right: On goes the condom. And, I'd prefer you to go over in that corner and stand on your head. I'll join you post-haste.
Yes, without burning down the house or destroying something. I can follow directions as far as cooking goes, but I am not good enough to be creative with my own recipes. Cleaning is easy for me and I am pretty good at it, even though I probably use too much bleach in the bathroom lol. Both of those things are a willingness issue for people imo. They aren't difficult tasks or anything. It seemed in my parents house that I was cleaning up after my brother and my mother was cleaning up after my dad. They are both fucking slobs who leave glasses and trash everywhere. My dad eats peanuts, so shells are all over the floor in the entertainment room. Annoys the shit out of me. My friend Matt is OCD about cleaning, he could have his own business, he is that good at cleaning stuff.
It sounds great that he can cook. He can get better at cleaning or at least picking up after himself. Health hazard, that sounds pretty extreme lol. My friend James once had a plate of bagel bites in his room for over 3 months. I would constantly make fun of him for it.
Eh, well, he
claims he can cook- as in, simple stuff, anyway. I actually have yet to let him cook for me, though I likely should- I'm trying to work up to that very, very high level of trust, lol.
As for his messiness being a health hazard- he and I both have allergies and asthma. Mine are usually much less severe than his. When I spent a couple of nights at his house, mine got WORSE than his. So now I make fun of him for actually having a room that's so messy it
really is a health hazard, because although I'm assuming it won't happen, it really
could kill him if his room (well, the dust in it, or whatever it was that was getting to me) triggered an asthma attack and he didn't use his inhaler quick enough.
do you like rammstein?
I've heard a wee bit of them; I think they're listenable as background music and/or for a short period of time, but not really my thing.