To think you can't get past 'the ick' im a relationship?

I don’t like a bed pushed against the wall because it means someone has to sleep on the awkward (next to the wall, difficult to get out) side.

I imagine most men reading this will probably think ‘what’s the point?’
Clearly it was a case of blinded by lust as all these men were “gorgeous“
But we’re all human and no one is Perfect
I keep thinking of Oz in Auf Wiedersehen, Pet when he climbs on stage and belts out “I can’t be myself when I’m with you”

Well I'm going to buck the trend here. I had four long term relationships before I met my now DH. I fancied the pants off all of them (for most of the relationship) so it would have taken an awful lot for a slightly irritating mannerism (or precise act) to give me the ick.

FWIW though, some of my DHs habits have recently made me regularly wonder how his previous GFs coped!

Johnny

Aaaaaargh! What kind of whopper of a spider? 😱

I do get my feet bitten in the night but it's my kitten :o

Okay, with the beds against the wall thing.....

Years ago I worked on the French / Swiss border. One summer I kept getting odd bites on my ankles and calves, really deep and wouldn't heal properly. A guy at work (local) mentioned that they looked like spider bites. I said surely, I would have noticed something leaving those bites!

He asked me a few questions - did I do x, y, z - including, did I sleep with my bed against the wall. I did. He advised me to stop as some spiders when they become active at night can crawl from the wall into the bed, seeking warmth and dark. Then if you roll they perceive you as attacking and bite.

This sounded fairly far fetched to me - I mean spiders biting in aggression, really? Sounded odd. But I took his advice and moved the bed. There was an absolute monster on the wall that my bed had been pushed against. I mean a real whopper!!

I have no idea whether that was coincidence and the guy's idea was BS. But I tell you what, that was 20y ago and I have never slept with my bed pushed against the wall since!!

Did he smell like straw, Nights? those types usually do

*posh

I was slightly put off by his insistence in reading the lead role of a set play we were doing in a thick Northern Irish accent. The character was a Dubliner.

When working in England, a slightly push work colleague (Welsh but with an RP accent) made some comment about Irish travellers and then said "no offence" to myself and another Northern Irish girl; both grammar school educated, middle class background, professionals with very mild Christine Bleakley type accents .. we were a combination of . I'm.sure be still doesn't get it.

I got the Ick with some poor bloke and it wasn't even what HE did...
We were only teenagers so he still lived with his Parents (let's call them Fred and Doris)
I was round one day and ihs mum made a pot of tea for all of us and got out "some new mugs" she'd just bought.
Personalised ones, with FRED, DORIS, name of boyfriend, and BRUCEANDNOSH.
It wasn't a present for me, it was MY mug for tea drinking when visiting.

I don't know why it made me feel so ICKY, I guess it was them deciding I was officially part of their family?

Oh gawd these are hilarious. The ick is real

@Fallsballs brilliant! That’ll be the maggots on the rotting food.

Oh god, I’m so glad it’s not just me! I’ve felt such a cold hearted cow in the past for unceremoniously dumping various, seemingly nice men.

One ex was on the face of it, tall, dark and handsome and quite ‘blokey’ but he turned up one day in a pale grey hoody, light blue tracksuit bottoms and white Converse and because he’d packed the weight on and grown a huge gut, he looked just like an overgrown toddler, even down to the ‘prancing’ walk due to him having small feet. My ovaries shrivelled up.

Another seemingly lovely, amusing and witty man, who I’d been dating for about five months, started to wear ‘country’ clothes like tweeds and wellies. I then noticed that his face was bright red but his body was ghostly white. Then i noticed that his arse was actually flatter than my ironing board, then it was his bright red, rubbery lips. The final nail was when he used the phrase ‘hokey chokey’ (meaning ‘OK’) I was repulsed. I still miss him as he was lovely and very kind but the sudden revulsion was overwhelming. Even his smell.

I agree that it’s due to childish/unmasculine behaviour. It’s just repellant and it made me feel manly in comparison to them, which is depressing.

Jesus @Fallsballs I'm dying!

I had the ick when my ex-partner was driving along (me as a front passenger) and suddenly he wound the window down, pressed in his left nostril with his finger and then blew so hard that a huge bogie flew out of his right nostril on to the road!!!! 🤢🤢🤢

An Ex opened his mouth to talk to me one morning and the smell had me flung back on the pillow because it was exactly the same smell as opening a bin in the summer.
Occasionally I think of him when I open the compost bin.

The worst is when a macker has escaped into a beard and can't even be easily retrieved... blaugh

Heave

Mackers :o

The worst is when a macker has escaped into a beard and can't even be easily retrieved... blaugh

Maybe Mr Smiley Face thought that's what people actually do when they tie each other up in bed :o

I'm relieved that the bed isn't generally seen as an ickable offence. Maybe if it's a single bed with a poster of a footballer/Kate Bush above it.

Loving this thread. For classics without doubt.
Upthread someone mentioned those collected white secretions at the corners of the mouth.
Mackers, my friends and I call them and they are vile. Had many an ick over these.

Oh and he was wearing a yukkie brown shirt with mustard coloured figurines, he looked like a tasteless midget!

Well....when I was 18 I visited my aunt's house for the July month and this really nice guy, neighbour of theirs (and cousin of her husband) asked me out for the evening. I had been out with him the year before, he kissed like the angels, lovely smile and taller than me and really nice. When he picked me up he was in a right mood, sulking silently. I spent the evening (stupidly) trying to find out what had happened and make him laugh. Thing is, and I had forgotten this, I suddenly realised his body was long and his legs sort of short!, suddenly he didn't seem so tall or handsome and the other guys seemed much more manly. I rejected his advances later on and earnt his absolute hate, but he no longer was the messiah in my eyes.

@Scout2016 The fact that he couldn't think what to do with you once you were tied up doesn't speak well of his sexual imagination! I too would have had to end it for that reason alone. It's just so massively unsexy and mood destroying

I was once sitting on a sofa with a bf, watching the telly, and he rested his head on my shoulder! He was a lovely bloke, and fantastic in bed, but two and a half years just shrivelled up to nothing in that second.

@SirChing I think just a pattern would have been tolerable. We could have salvaged the situation maybe. But a smiley face? It really amused him too. Think he just got the idea in his head, found it funny, forgot the context and didn't think about killing the mood.