Monday, January 26, 2009

The Little Things You Do That Can Drive Your Mate Crazy

I use the word "mate" here rather loosely. Really it could be anyone who lives with you. But you do things that you don't even know about that can make the person sitting across from you at the breakfast table want to run screaming from the room. Or merely endure it silently while adding it to that mental list of annoying things you do that will one day reach the breaking point, the last straw, the final outrage.

I have TMJ. I've always had it. My jaw pops just talking sometimes. It certainly annoys me, but it annoys me most kissing. And it seemed to annoy past mates most at mealtime. This is just for starters. Are you sure you still like me?

My first husband, Lyle, was appalled that I didn't know how to saute fresh mushrooms. I used my grandmother's wedding present The Joy of Cooking as my source. Irma Rombauer was, according to my grandmother, the only source, the best source, the bible of cookbook gurus. Lyle said the mushrooms tasted like they'd been cooked in scouring powder. I cried. I was nineteen and had never cooked a fresh mushroom before. So to this day, I have never thought of myself as a good cook. But I've never killed anyone with my dreadful cooking, yet.

Lyle was also the first person (but not the last) to accuse me of popping my jaw at the breakfast table (chewing cereal) on purpose just to annoy him. On purpose. Hell, he thought he got a bad deal? I was horrified to find that I was expected to have sex with him. I married him because he was my boss, he was gay, and we partied at the gay bars. We were friends. He was talented and fun and gay. And his Boss hated gay men. Most especially I married Lyle because he was gay. Safely gay. Do I need to stress that again? And he had a good job. And so did I. But that sex thing really ruined it for me.

I can't begin to list the many annoying things that I do, but I'm sure I've slept peacefully next to men who wanted to smash a grapefruit in my face in the morning over poached eggs, toast and coffee.

The last table-atrocity I heard about was from a woman. Her name was Eleanor, I'd known her ages ago, but she needed a place to rent and I needed someone to share the house with. I used four of the eight rooms. She was welcome to the rest of them. She moved some heavy furniture into the house, had her bedroom wired for her vast electronic, computing life. I cooked while she supervised the Comcast guys.

I fed her clam spaghetti, garlic bread, a salad and white wine. Simple enough, not so white trashy as I can sometimes get. But tasty. I was shoveling it in, in my usual fashion and she stopped, wine glass in hand rising to her mouth, and said, rather dramatically, one eyebrow cocked, "This will never work."

"Why?"

"Because you make sexual sounds when you eat."

"What kind of sexual sounds?"

"You moan."

She moved out by the end of the week.

I bet in certain cultures an appreciative moan at the table is considered a compliment to the host.

17 comments:

pidomon said...

im sure I still like you
and you can moan at my table over brisket and corn bread anytime!

Utah Savage said...

Pido, you're so sweet. But would you pet me?

Lisa said...

Ha! I love this. The list is long for MathMan. I mean, the list of things I do to annoy MathMan is long. He is, of course, perfect.

Tee hee.

Gail said...

This is so great. I could see and hear everything you wrote about. I laughed right out loud. A much needed laugh I might add -so thanks.

Love Gail
peace.....

Tengrain said...

Sexy moans are always welcome at Tengrain's Little Hut. And as a somewhat professional cook, I always take it as a compliment.

Regards,

Tengrain

Utah Savage said...

So Ten, what time is dinner?

SaoirseDaily2 said...

M could show you a list 2 arms long, but, he keeps hanging around to see what stupid thing I do next to amuse him. He says I sing in my sleep... I swear he's must be kidding.

Anyway, Happy New Year of the Ox and have a nice night.

Tengrain said...

I'm sure we could whip up something to amuse the palate anytime, Utah.

Regards,

Tengrain

La Belette Rouge said...

Last night we went to a French restaurant and through the entire meal I sounded like I was reading the "Joy of..." and I don't mean cooking.

Ghost Dansing said...

actually in certain cultures belching is considered a compliment..... funny stories

Kulkuri said...

Better to moan while eating than to groan!!

Randal Graves said...

I've never had my wife moan over a bowl of Campbell's soup, and I heated that fucker with panache.

Amos said...

I'll have what she's having.

Utah Savage said...

What a kind and funny bunch you are. I'm thinking of turning this into a meme. List the six things you do that drive you partner crazy. Do you even know. When she or he left did he or she tell you why? I'm not sure I ever told my ex-spouses the truth about why I was leaving. And I always left. I have a very low fucktardian behavior tolerance level. How about you?

kathleenmaher said...

Don't sit so close to each other. Use those extra table leaves.
For all my hyper-sensitivity, I always make allowances for unavoidable realities like, chewing and swallowing are audible. Slurp, burp, and use a napkin.
When people get weird about eating, I suspect a fetish.

Beach Bum said...

Okay this is great because it gives me the chance to write something about a subject I just couldn't introduce. It drives my wife utterly crazy when I take a book into the bathroom to read. Now I understand when there are times you can't because of kids running around or when other things need to be done. But once the house is quiet and I have a good book going to the bathroom to read for the solitude can't be beat.

Utah Savage said...

Beach, my ex did that in a one bathroom house. I hated it. I never bothered him any other place about reading. But the bathroom did drive me crazy.