What if you accompanied your date to his house for the first time and when he opens his apartment door a group of cockroaches say in unison “Hello, come on in. Lunch is ready.”?

You’ll probably scream, right?

OK, here is another scenario: what if your date refuses to kiss you or shake your hands because he is not sure if your hands are 100% clean?

Would you date a neat freak or a nasty man?

I know. It’s tough. Either way, you cannot just say “none of the above” or choose either blindly. Of course, there are many other personal habits you would have to examine before coming to a fair judgment.

Sorry, there are no polls available at the moment.

Personally, I do not give a crap about tidiness. Come on, there are more important things to do than sweating and bustling every day to keep dirt out. Dirt and germs never go away, no matter how hard you clean. Being neat is good but if you live alone and have no one to boss you around about cleaning, why get up and groan: “Awww…. dang I gotta clean today!”  Who told you that you have to clean today?

I personally hate neat freaks. I had a male roommate like that. Mister will get angry if you remove a bottle and do not put it back at the same location, in the same spot. If you eat, you must wash your dish and utensils immediately, after using the toilet you must use disinfectant right away and clean toilet thoroughly, and if you sit on the sofa you must not disturb the decorations.

And yes, he was single at the time. (No wonder why).

That does not mean I am very nasty. It’s just that it is nerve-wracking to pay so much attention to fixing material things. Now and then I’ll clean my house when I am in the mood. Otherwise, I’ll work, work, sleep, eat, bathe and watch TV or use the laptop. Why worry man? I believe you’ll live longer.

My grandmother used to piss me off. Every day the woman cleans. Every day I had to sweep the yard – a big a** yard – even if only one leaf fell from the trees.  I used mumble to myself and just sit under the apple tree.

Sometimes after I cleaned the house, she would complain that she is still feeling dirt. And guess what she did? The miserable old woman did everything from scratch. Even if it’s two dishes in the sink she is washing them. I mean come on, how will the cockroaches survive? God made them for a reason, to be a pest and to eat. As a boy I was almost certain that the cockroaches and rats would stage a hunger strike. (Just kidding).

I mean I am a lonely guy. Yes, I admit, so what? Shut up. Anyway, living alone does not give me the creeps, it sends the creeps. I don’t do dishes often or clean often, so my friends (a few cockroaches) will help me take care of things. And as a lonely dude, what better way not have some friends at home keeping your company?

Yes, I do kill them now and then when I am really angry, but I never caught any disease having them around. I simply just try to control the population growth. I do not want a second China develop in my apartment like what happened to a former ex of mine.

I’ve met girls who don’t bother to clean and at first sight, I fell in love. Yes, beautiful girls, who like me, just don’t waste time and blood pressure cleaning, cleaning, cleaning.

What’s sexier seeing panties on the table, on the floor, among the dishes? That’s sexy! Come on man.

My point of writing this article is that unless you have a huge family where people can delegate to clean at different times, there is no need to worry about cleaning every day.

My conclusion is that neat freaks are worst than nasty people. Would you live with Monk? I would kill the guy if he was my roommate. No joke. All my clothes are wrinkled, I drop papers all over the floor, I pee on the toilet seat, so Monk would either kill me or get killed.

Anyway, I honestly was lazy to write this week so I came up with some crap, so hope you enjoyed it today. If not, check me next Friday.

Love ya.