I, like Steph, have trouble remembering to close the door ever. Me, I even sometimes have trouble in other people's houses.
This is me.
I find myself having to stop unzipping as I'm walking across the room toward the bathroom. I even did it in an office once...thank god, in the basement, far, far from anyone who might have seen. I mortified myself.
Years of living alone with my dog hermitude may not bode well for the new relationship.
How soon before you ask the big pee habit questions?
I find myself having to stop unzipping as I'm walking across the room toward the bathroom. I even did it in an office once...
I did this, too. But, I was walking through the copy room. Thank God no one saw me because I was completely unzipped by the time I hit the bathroom. Didn't even register what I was doing until I got IN the bathroom.
Hazards of living alone for a long time, I guess. And, having a tiny bathroom. I never close the door. And, if I have company over and I actually do close it, my cat sits outside the door and cries until I let him in.
My pets also know no boundries. if I leave the door cracked, as I often do, I will end up with both the dog and the cat visiting as I take care of business.
My bathroom time=my cat's play time. He brings me toys to play fetch with. I guess I'm a captive audience at that point.
I leave the door open when I'm at home alone, but I've never had a problem forgetting to close it when I have company. I do tend to forget to clean behind the bathroom door since I rarely see it when it's closed.
Bartleby comes and puts his paws on my lap and gazes into my eyes...as if bathroom time is the best time for earnest conversation.
I do tend to forget to clean behind the bathroom door since I rarely see it when it's closed.
This!
Bringing it all back on topic:
I'm fairly sure that it was the regular Buffy/Angel nights with my friends that kept me civilized when I was living alone. Another friend had the main B/A viewing apartment, but mine was the back-up in case of work or sick-baby related emergency. I got a tiny, tiny bit less cavalier about unzipping, undressing, leaving the door open, and cleaning behind the door when I had 5-10 other people roaming around the apartment on a sort of weekly basis.
I'm almost tempted to try to initiate Veronica Mars nights in hopes of the same result here, but not actually tempted, what with the knowledge that Hec would cheerfully have me drawn and quartered.
I'm just happy that my relative hermitude (what with the secured building, 3rd floor apt, and never having surprise visits from friends or handymen) allows me the security to not worry what i wear around the house unless I expect company. At my previous apartment maintenance would walk in about 10 seconds after knocking on the door, not giving me time to get decent if I was in bed or taking a shower.
I have a hard time remembering to shut the door if I'm using the bathroom when people come over.
this. I guess I'm not just pee shy. With a boyfriend, I guess I figure that since we get up close and personal with the equipment, there's no need to be shy about it. However, now that I think about it, I would close the door/want to be alone for any, ahem,
serious
use of the facilities.