Naked in the City day 8

Little Miss Potty Mouth

 

    “Do you really have to talk like that?” was the way our first bit of uncomfortableness began.  Apparently, church boy thinks my mouth is too blasphemous.  I’m not some filthy mouthed whore, but an occasional “Goddamn” or “Jesus Christ” can be uttered in anger.  There’s nothing wrong with that.  I don’t use many profanities in general, I think that they’re a crutch on real expression.

    I don’t need this guy coming in and trying to make me feel dirty because I don’t talk like some choirboy.

    On the other hand, maybe I was being too frank and shocking with him, and I’ve never really been that good at using euphemisms.  Maybe…I…was…making him feel uncomfortable, and all he did was let me know that.  I don’t take criticism as well as I dish it out.

    I suppose I can try to be a little less profane around him, the same way I do with a small child.

Naked in the City day 6

And Clean Up is a Snap

 

    He has no idea how to clean the dishes.  Yes, he tries, but his trying just causes more problems.  He basically just rinses the dishes and pans with soap and water, so they look clean but there’s still a film of grime that attracts bacteria.

    The bathroom has been livable.  I’ve found a few shavings in the sink, and he doesn’t always hang up his towel, but it’s nothing to get upset about.