How do you compare to a friend of mine OP?
He's quite particular a fucking neat freak.
When we met at work he had two beautiful loose-leaved address books, a burgundy leather one for personal contacts and a black leather one for work ones.
He'd write in them with a fountain pen with black ink. Obviously his handwriting was lovely.
Sometimes the work ones made into the personal book too, but he'd take a long time deciding whether to add you in case you did anything to make him regret his decision because if you got culled, he'd have to rewrite the whole page. The pages were always buff, not white or a mixture.
At the time we were together the phone codes for London changed and he was devastated at all the work he'd have to do. There was no question of leaving it and just remembering which was which because that would be inaccurate. Tippex was a dirty word.
He did the whole lot and he had loads of contacts. And then BT went and changed the codes again 
. I thought he was going to explode.
There are other stories.
We've been friends for about 20 years. I don't know how it's lasted. We used to sit opposite each other and I'm quite messy. He built a barricade of books between our desks to stop my crap invading his.