Takes FOREVER to get ready to go out (to, like, the supermarket or something, not the opera). He has a beard, so I blame all these hipster barbers who keep selling him beard balm and moustache wax and other such nonsense.
Seriously, I'll be sitting, dressed and ready, reading a book for half an hour while he potters about preening.
We were going to an event some months ago, and had called a taxi, which was kept waiting while he d*cked about. When we FINALLY left and got in the cab, the driver made some 'hilarious' joke about me (ME!) not being able to decide not to wear, and had it not been for the screen, I would have decked him.
Also breathes heavily, which really annoys me, but he has scar tissue around his naval cavities, so I feel bad about that.