My name is Marcus Williamson. I cannot date a woman for more than a couple dates if she does not wipe her mouth after every bite. It drives me crazy if I see her not wiping away any mess from the sides of her mouth. Seeing some grit caught in between a woman's teeth has actually made me vomit instanteously at the dinner table. What am I to do?
My name is Herbert Jackson. I left my wife because she did not shower enough. When we first married she'd shower twice a day, once in the morning, then before going to bed. Then just the mornings, then not at all, but maybe every other day, or just inconsistently. It drove me crazy. I never knew I'd have a problem with that but she just began to stink and wouldn't you know it, I don't like her sweat smell. It just didn't work anymore after six years.
My name is Michelle Caller. I divorced my husband because he never clipped his toenails and they began to grow into his toes and he never did anything about it. It was the most disgusting thing to be in bed with him when his feet would rub up against my leg and all I'd feel were his dirty creepy toenails. It was enough to leave him. I just need a man to takes care of his feet. Is that so much to ask?!
Hello my name is Brett James and I'm a recovering excessive hair comber. Recently I've been noticing myself combing again a lot and really felt the need to come in here tonight to talk about it. In college I was on the football team and after each practice I'd come into the washroom and shower and dress and really never was satisfied with how my hair looked after wearing that helmet for hours, it seemed to push it down too close to my scalp. So I'd comb it and comb it, trying to comb out the flatness but nothing. I've tried shaving my head but my scalp would always break out in hives with the helmet creating so much heat and sweat. Wearing it short never felt right either. I began to realize I had a hair fetish, that I couldn't get enough of combing it, touching it, running my brush or hands through it. Luckily I found a girlfriend and she helped me ease my addiction by enjoying running her hands through my hair, but the predilection to needing it touched constantly just couldn't be catered to by her while at work, so it only appeased my cirumstance briefly. It eventually broke up our relationship because I'd always be rubbing my head and she felt inadequate because of it, feeling second rate to my own head of hair. I'm 55 now and am blessed with a full head of hair but sometimes I feel it has just been a curse.
Hello everybody. My name is Rachel Haynes. I've been married for two years but for the life of me I can't get over my husband's inability or lack of willingness to floss, ever! I've taken up the habit of flossing before each toothbrushing session because I feel it cleans away any caught build up in between my teeth before coming in with the tartar control minty paste, well he just doesn't feel the same and I don't know if I can continue to be with him if he doesn't feel the same way about this simple thing. I mean it's for his own good. His teeth are very important to his health and if he doesn't take care of them they will fall out and he will look a lot less attractive! Shouldn't he care about that and just floss once a day!?
My name is Robert Jenkins and I can't stop applying deodorant. I'm so afraid of smelling bad or walking by someone and having them think I smell that it is consuming my daily thoughts. I know this because I am so aware of it when other people pass me by and I smell their body odor, I almost want to die sometimes. I can't fathom how some people do not care about smelling good. I carry two to three different brands and scents with me all the time in this bag of mine but this is obviously awkward at some functions and now I've begun noticing my armpits are developing rashes so when I apply the deodorants it hurts tremendously. I've tried aerosoles but they feel like mace being sprayed directly onto my skin each time. It's awful. I'm allergic to most lotions and cologne's. I feel stuck.
My name is Raymond Simon. I'm afraid of taking off my underwear. I haven't taken off my undergarments for five months now and I'm terrified to death that if I do something bad will come out of them. It started with a dream I had, a really ....really ...rrreally bad dream I had. In the dream I was wwalking down inn nn ffffront of mm m mmmy house aaanddd I sssaaaaw himm mm! an d he had a mmmask on aaand hhhe wwwaas c ccomm ming aat mmemme wwwittttthhhhh pp po pp ppoooo! -he opens his eyes hastily, which have been tightly shut this entire time while recalling the dream, and promptly runs out, tail in hand.
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My name is Petunia Johnson and I like to floss after eating most things. Especially meat things like beef or pork. If I do not floss after eating meat and find a piece of meat lodged between a crevice of gum and tooth, I will lick at the meat until my tongue gets tired. I accidently caught myself in a reflection trying to suck the meat out of my teeth once. It was not a flattering look for me.
I'm not much to watch others suck meat from their teeth either, and can tell flossers from non flossers by the smell of their decayed, rotted, putrified gum scents emitting from their every word, caught in a breeze and traveling to the caverns of my offended nostrils. People who do not floss have terrible smelling mouths and probably have terrible smelling other places including their asses, feet and genitalia. Their cars are full of garbage I'm sure too, rotted, disgusting piles of rubbish, food wrappers, snot rags, used blow up doll vagina cutouts used to stimulate dirty filthy crud infested man meats while in congested traffic, old banana peels, empty cigarette packs, a bottle with three sips of blue Gatorade, a syringe.
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