As they say - it should be called C.D.O.
She is neat, tidy and beyond obsessive with order. Whereas I am a male and therefore, ipso facto, a slob with dirty tendencies.
Living together we were a nightmare - she cleaning my laptop screen with some proprietary brand of cleaning pad even as I typed, I believing (rightly I still contend) that a bath can be cleaned before getting into it equally as well as if done at the end of a long soak - when all you want to do is get dry and find your specs.
This was not a relationship made in heaven.
And what starts as fun becomes a war of attrition spiralling out of control into a series of final straws - ending up with my taking her colour coded, neatly ordered office files and mixing them up on the shelf so that the slow sweep of the outer spine coloured spectrum that she loved to see was now a random series of unconnected stripes: with red next to green and orange next to pink.
Well here's a tip no matter how funny you may find it to toy with your girlfriend's OCD - don't mess with her sensibly ordered filing system the night before she has a quarter of a million pound proposal and quotation to file by 6am the next morning. And especially don't do it at a time when work is a little hard to come by in the private sector and failure means the redundancy of 3 or 4 of her employees.
I sleep on a sofa in my art gallery these days. It's quite messy but it's what I call home.
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Went out with one too.
Everything had it's placed, and I had great joy in moving things slightly out of place. :D
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