Same! Like if I get a BLT at the work cafeteria, the cook knows that I only like light mayo on one side. The first time I didn’t specify that thing was slathered in the goo, ugh! I love ketchup, but I’m also a bit of a freak about mustard, usually have three to six different types on hand, and BBQ sauce.
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I also strongly dislike mayonnaise! I’m a ketchup girl. I can tolerate a thin spread of mayo on a well-balanced sandwich if necessary, but I generally avoid it. What I bring to this scenario is not a love of mayonnaise, but a love of low-stakes high-concept deception!
This is hilarious and diabolical! I love it. Though I do actually strongly dislike mayonnaise.
You’re just going to have to stage an elaborate months-long come-to-mayonnaise awakening where you “accidentally” get a sandwich with mayo on it, sigh, say you’re too hungry to bother getting it remade, scrape some off, eat the sandwich, be like, “actually it’s not as bad as I thought”, bravely try some potato salad,…
Convince him that aioli is something completely different if you see it on a menu.
When I was 22 I met a guy that I immediately had chemistry with. Through talking all night, he told me he hates mayonnaise. I, being too young to know that it’s okay to have your own opinions in regards to condiments, immediately agreed that I found mayonnaise disgusting...WHICH IS A LIE. I love the stuff!
The most ridiculous thing I did to impress a crush was pretend to really like Atlas Shrugged and Ayn Rand because the guy was THAT guy you knew as a teenager. I was 17, horny, and stuck at sleep away camp.
Listen, Bieber is hot with crusty long blonde hair or short cropped brown hair.
There’s a slit for the water. You put it on as high pressure as you want and no backsplash will come up.”
I’m still so angry that Gypsy is in prison. At most, she should be in a mental health facility. Yes, she conspired to kill her mother, but I don’t blame her. While this current relationship may not be good or healthy, she hasn’t been given the right tools to look for a good or healthy relationship. Poor girl. She…
I’ve told this story before, but in another context. Ten or so years ago, I was at the town market in Woodside, CA. Woodside sits mid-San Francisco peninsula and is home to some of the richest people in California. I grew up near there and often run into people I knew from grammar school, high school and college. Ahea…
they were not warm and cuddly. She focused mostly on the kids eating. Yes I met the kids (more well behaved out to eat than most kids)
When I was about 16 I was hanging around London Marylebone station with my friend Neal when Jimmy Savile came over and said hello to me. Neal was quite a shy and unassuming guy but he immediately stood up and said “why the hell would she want to talk to you, you’re a disgusting pervert, now fuck off!” and off went…
I remember those days, when my wife would get clogged milk ducks. I’d make some hot compresses, and I’d have to chase the little bastards around the living room, finally pinning them down and trying to hold the warm wash cloths and hot water bottles onto the squirmy, squishy little guys. Then after a few minutes, my…
Remember the days before social media when we’d write our awful poetry in a diary and then hide it under the bed where no one would ever, ever see it? Yeah, I miss that.
I knowI know this is morbid but mymom has a hospice social worker and all I want to do is buy an old Victorian Mansion in Maine and fill it with terminally ill dogs that I can just give lots of steak to and to keep very very comfortable. I don’t particularly want terminally-ill dogs, but I just feel like since they…
Being related to a man who shares many behavioral traits with That Asshole, I’m 70% certain that “conversation” in this case involves him sitting at the table bloviating about “issues of the day” for hours on end while she is obliged to tell him how right he is about that thing. Probably while chewing with his mouth…