And I might add, that I am somewhat of a germ-a-phobe, too. It didn’t develop until I was about 27 y/o, but I am pretty consistent about it. I will not cook unless there is a sink of soapy water, for example. And that’s the way it should be done, when handling raw food, etc..
We are brothers from a different mother let me tell you. I dont touch a fucking door knob in a mens room without a papertowel. I will throw that nasty papertowel on the floor if there is no trash can. And if I think the sink is dirtier than my hands, I wont even touch the thing. I have been known to order a vodka straight up and pour it on my hands to sanitize at a bar if I dont like the mens room.
More wierdness about me, in 25 years of marriage my wife and I NEVER went into the bathroom together if the other was on the toilet. Furthermore, my daughters will tell you how gross their friends dad’s are because they “pass gas” in front of anyone and their dad doesnt do that at all, ever.
Okay I am exposing way too much of my freakiness. I need to go to bed.
You all are still missing the point... The story was great and all but should have ass (and) some anal in it.- RWG