Having cleaned public toilets for the last 20 years (yep) I can now announce that it is a simple fact that females leave far more rubbish behind than men - ripped up bits of paper,make up,cigarette ends,false nails & eyelashes,soap everywhere,toilets not flushed,sanitary towels,you name it,its there. The gents simply flush,wash & go.They even leave the seats down just incase an alcohol induced female might wonder in by mistake. This trend follows on into the bedroom.It is often the female in a relationship who pushes for more adventurous sex - while he is happy with a gentle hug and a massage,she is privately craving cock
Hmmm, not sure on this one. I'm fairly clean -- my biggest problem is the cat hair that is glued to everything in site. My boyfriend lives with four other guys (so 5 of them in total) and his apartment is always a disaster. He's the clean one of the bunch, but he gets tired of being the "apartment bitch" and refuses to clean it up sometimes. I try to help him as much as possible, but he doesn't like me cleaning up their mess either.
I used to be a cleaner a few years ago and I noticed that although womens toilets always had more trash, the gents toilets were the ones where they didn't flush, or blocked the toilets and left it there, pissed up the walls and worse. Also I was in-between houses for a while back in the early 90s and slept in the public toilets with a group of people. We never ever ever would sleep in the gents just because they always stank more and the floors were always covered in piss. The chicks toilets always were fresher and cleaner. Plus there was less chance of half-cut gay guys coming in in the middle of the night trying their hand at cottaging.
We men do have a pee-splatter problem that women simply don't have. I wipe the rim of the toilet with TP if I splatter on it. I doubt most guys do. But that said... maybe I'm not the most objective person to be responding to this thread. I'm in the middle of a divorce right now, and one of the main reasons is that she insisted on keeping a menagerie (we've had as many as five dogs and four cats--all indoor animals) and she almost never cleaned the house. And when she did, bless her heart, she just wasn't very good at it. She'd say she's divorcing me because I yelled at her a lot. Guilty as charged. That's why I yelled at her a lot. I don't particularly like housework myself. Left to my own devices, I drag my feet and procrastinate too much. But I'm not very messy, either. I don't use a kitchen for anything but storage, for instance. And in a marriage where I always felt my wife was contributing ninety percent of the mess, I tended to get downright surly about housework. In my experience, women are messier than men are, or at least messier than I am. But that might just be my poor luck o' the draw.
A guy I used to know ended up in the same situation. He'd go out, work his ass off, come home, cook, clean, and then not get any. His wife would stay at home, watch TV and sleep with the next door neighbor. Needless to say she got the house, the family car, his truck and he has to pay her maintenance.
Damn! I let her co-sign on the house, and she held that over my head for about six weeks (I made the whole $30,000 down payment and every payment since) but in the last week or so, she agreed to sign over the deed for a modest cash settlement. I guess I dodged that bullet. She's really not a bad sort. I still love her in many ways, and frankly, I still find her sexually attractive as all getout (that feeling is NOT reciprocated). But I'm amazed at how different her version of the last five years is from mine. Sometimes I think one of us is delusional. And now that she's left me and her friends and family are opening up and telling me what they really think, I'm pretty sure it's not me.
Now thats something I haven't done - solo,yes - with a group of people no - and in the ladies? How did you get away with that? Were there any females in your group? This is not looking good for the superior godly portrayal of men I was seeking to defend! ( or bluff )
I just keep reading the last paragraaph of the very first post... my words cannot form to repsond to that... ha ha, funny overthere eh?
It was a group of about 6 of us. 4 blokes and 2 chicks. The only reasons I think we got away with it (from a police point of view) is because we weren't in there singing and shouting or drunk or anything, just 2 or 3 hours kip with one person awake at any time and because it was a kinda quiet town after 1am.
I can well believe that last paragraph - OMG the number of times I have been with a chic and just tried to snuggle and the chic has turned round to me and said either fuck me or get over your side of the bed. Either that or in the morning being told that she was laying there waiting for me to make my move and I just cuddled her.
well.. i guess in her favour she didn't beat about the bush (!) better than a 2 hour guessing game that dissipates into an air of vague dissapointment and inadequacy,I suppose.My trouble was that her side of the bed would normally be my side of the bed in my bed,but it was her bed so she would demand presidence.oh-ahaha.and being such a gentlemen i would always oblige.(gentlemen=pushover - quite literally)
Don't get me wrong I love a no-compromise freaky dirty fuck session at times, sex is great, and I love it pretty much all the time, but sometimes when you're in love as well as in lust it can be painful to not have the cuddling or hugs as well. Before I was with my wife her side of the bed was my side of the bed. That took a lot of getting used to.
Although it has taken me some time, and quite late in life to realise, the old maxim of a guy loves a lady in the street and a freak in the bed works equally well as a lady loves a gentleman in the street and a freak in the bed.
i voted for girls just because i am a girl but actually, it really depends. the guy i'm seeing is super clean but i've dated filthy slobs. depends on the person.
I always know which side of the bed is mine by examining the floor.If theres a dog-end lying around I know I'm home. Someone recently described a period of their life as being the 'center of the bed' phase - where you spent so long sleeping with someone and then split up with them that suddenly you begin to appreciate the freedom to spread eagle yourself in bed at night
I strongly suspect there is no right answer to the poll. I think both sexes have individuals who range from neat freaks all the way down to sub-human slobs. One of the most stupefying things I encounter on an almost daily basis is other men's inability to get urine into a urinal. I'll walk into the restroom and I'll find that some guy seems to have peed almost everywhere BUT in the urinal. Now call me crazy here, but it just seems like the inside portion of a urinal is a pretty large target and in practically all cases, the man SHOULD be standing RIGHT at the urinal, not across the room. Additionally, most men have this hose-like appendage known as a PENIS which, among other fluids, delivers a well-directed stream of urine in whatever direction it is pointed. All I can figure (although I have never seen it personally) is that some guys must let go of the old fire hose and start dancing wildly. Now, that being said, I've OFTEN heard how the ladies room is supposedly worse than the mens' room. Something about "hovering" over the toilet. As a side story: a few years ago, a female friend of mine told me about her roommate who, whenever her period would come around, would remove her underwear and go naked from the waist down, mestruating on her bed and other furniture. Needless to say, this roommate arrangement was VERY short-lived. So in my opinion, cleanliness is relative and not overwhelmingly embraced by either sex.
wow - free-wheelin menstruation.sounds kind of hot actually.but I suppose not if youve run out of washing powder. As to men and their penis's and wee-wee going everywhere other than the designated area - I'll let you girls who dont know - even perhaps some guys who haven't realised this yet - the reason it happens is that quite often you really need to piss so you just aim at what seems like a good place - the bowl of the toilet and go for it.Then you discover there was a thin pube stuck over the hole and you get a split stream thus some goes in the right direction while another stream goes off way to the west or east.You didn't expect to find a pube stuck there as its at the point farthest away from you.Usually its followed by the exclamation 'shit!' - where they go wrong though is not bothering to fuckn clean up after 'emselves - dirty sods!