N's and Decorating

gee....the psycho never did sweat....i thought it was because he was a lazy, trifling lay about..... but come to think of it...he didn't sweat EVER...not even in extreme heat....i remember being at an auction with him once....in a TENT...in temps over 100....i was sucking ice and about to faint...and he was just giving me the lizard look and saying...'what the hell is wrong with you?'....he wasn't even sweating....never saw the bastard COLD either...he could walk out to the car in his skid marked underpants in temps below zero...and never even get a goose bump...... just more prooF that THEY ARE NOT HUMAN....

Total slob. College dorm "decor" -- dozens of photos of Jerry Garcia and the Dead; candles; and junk that looked like it fit in a grandma's house (no offense to the granny set). I have really nice, cool, mid-century modern furniture and art. He really liked the step up he took when we moved into a house together. But when he was through, he could not have cared less. A few days later all of the photos of Jerry were back up...lame. (he's 37!) Peace. J

MY ex-N's office was very bare and spartan. Usually, offices are decorated with family photos, pictures of loved ones, knick-knacks... his had NOTHING. Not even of the girlfriend in LA. There were drab books. Looked almost like a furniture store. He had a very drab, somber way of dressing. Always neutral or dark colors. People always said my ex-N and I were an exercise in contrasts... I'd be bright, sunny, sometimes wearing colorful dresses with orange or yellow tops... and he'd be my eclipse, my shadow. Sheer gloom. He was the grim, unsmiling type, with always something negative to say. He almost always had a crew cut/military style hairdo, very severe. And he liked his beret (despite not being French) He was metrosexual before the term was invented... and sometimes he wore dark John Lennon glasses (some thought it was to cover up bloodshot eyes from drinking) He was one of the best dressed on campus. But his eyes were totally vacant. No wonder one of my friends said "He's using you to look human." What was ironic that was despite the perfect hair, the naturally tanned skin, the snappy outfits, he had some of the worst teeth I've seen on anyone... at least I go to the dentist... you'd think as a prof he could afford a twice-yearly check-up, some mouthwash and a toothbrush(!!!)

"he marches in a BELLOWS: "clean has no smell" Mine would do this after I mopped with the standard swiffer mopping fluid! He claimed it smelled to flowery or something. Which is ridiculous considering he had the worst personal hygiene of anyone I know... He also hated to decorate. He once had some ugly creepy indy comic posters on the wall of his office, but once we moved couldn't be bothered to out them back up.

the psycho had a variety of appliance with which to removed his nose and ear hair...... every Sunday morning.....he'd get up....carefully trim is stanic goatee...slather it with Just for Men Gel..... and daintily clip his nose and ear hair!!...... too bad he couldn't put as much effort and detail into wiping his dirty ass!!.... guess he thought he'd cross that bridge if anyone ever got to it! as long as he looked good on the OUTSIDE of his ralph lauren boxer shorts....it didn't matter what was going on INSIDE them...gag..

mine decorated with empty vodka bottles and a stunning collection of coconut heads he had amassed over his worhtless lifetime.....

The N's new house, which was supposed to have been ours, is bare bones. He let me in only once, and I wasn't allowed to sit on the couch. He put in a 9-ft kitchen island and there are two stools at it: one for him and one for his foster child. There is no table at all, anywhere. There is a couch and a t.v. He had a bedroom set shipped from a Vegas hotel supplier. I remarked that the whole house felt like a hotel room, and he basically threw me out. He always wanted to come to my place because he said it was so "warm and homey" but he didn't seem to want to feel that way in his own home. Weird.

My N had a hundred pictures in his apartment of him and his two brothers together. All lined up on the mantel and the piano: the three of them at the beach, at school, at home, at parties, camping, at the lake, etc. No one else--except a huge framed portrait of their mother. I gave him photos of me, us together and my daughters many times. They would always disappear soon after. It got to the point where I would just bring framed photos over and put them up, but they would always be gone later. When he got his foster child, every time I came over there were several new pictures of them together, in places we'd never been, obviously taken by women (what man takes pictures of a guy and his kid?), but ours never stayed. There are now pictures of him and his fostr child lining the windowsills, on all the tables, in the kitchen, you name it. He used to have my daughter and my photos in his mirror on the bedroom dresser. A week after the child came, I was over and they were gone. I found my daughters' photos at the bottom of his underwear drawer. In their PLACE was a photo of the N and his foster child at the beach. Again, so bizarre that he had to REPLACE our photos--and that he just discarded us after having a foster child one week--and one that was likely going to leave soon and go back home. We had been together--a family--for three years.

Mine lived with me, my stuff, my decor, so I have little idea what his design taste is. All I know is he's super OCD, things had to be 'aligned' on his desk in a certain way, clothes were perfectly organized, etc...and the unspoken RULE was "touch my stuff and die"...pretty much! He HATED if I'd mess with anything that was his. His computer was off limits, wonder why??? He said he didn't want it messed up, he was sooo afraid of a virus..uhuh. HIS side of the bathroom was perfect, and he made fun of mine. All the colongnes, lotions, hair products were lined up just 'so', probably in order of use. I didn't care what he did with his stuff, it's when he was critical of me for not keeping EVERYTHING perfect...I had no pride according to him. Douchebag!

LMAO... this is sooooooo true! My XN and his( was soon to be X WIFE ) have their house up for sale and its advertised in the estate agents in my local town and pops up in the local newpaper occasionally and has been on the market for well over a year. They have even knocked £90.000 off of the price! Feel free to browse, totally sterile, just like the owners I reckon..( even the bedroom light it seems doesn't have a friggin' lampshade! ) Also, although I never went to THIS house his last one had NO smell, nothing.. not homely or even remnants of any cooking... he detested any perfumes too! http://www.abbotts.co.uk/content/006_Results/002_Property/property-sales-abnrps-CRO090081-1272121421 PS, The motorhome in the pic (at last contact 6 months today) is what he lives in on his parents driveway 4 miles away from me. Great huh.. not! I often wondered if he tossed off in rubber gloves?? PMSL 1 Love Bubbles

BARE. completely, totally. entirely bare. very industrial, NOTHING on the walls. when we moved in together i tried to hang curtains and put some things on the wall, put a vase of flowers on the mantle.. he was very put off by it. he said he liked the look of living in a 'clean' space. he said decorations and art were just clutter. was a real neat freak too..

I love this. My N had a distinctly drab apartment, totally lacking in aesthetics. Being an artist I notice this stuff immediately..very sparse, generic furniture..and really outdated..his bedroom set looked like something you'd find in a thrift store from the 70's...no pictures on the walls at all. In the living room more dull furniture and a clock on the wall that was broken. He never bothered to replace it. His kitchen had very little food in it, bare bones dishes and no microwave. On a shelf just some postcards lined up and some little plastic Simpsons figures. haha! Pretty hideous. Being a musician for some reason I expected more..something more expressive and creative. Bad design taste..actually none at all! One of the dullest, drabbest places I've been in. Clearly he spends no time at all thinking about the space he occupies. I think most of his energy is spent lost in his thoughts and emotions..the internal world. Even his choice of apartment complexes and neighborhoods was depressing..gated, locked and hard to get into and out of. Almost like a prison..almost like our relationship!!!! Awesome record collection though. :D