Here is an illustration of a fundamental difference between the Man and me.
This is my sock drawer. My socks are a neatly arranged in dividers. They mate for life.
This is the Man's sock drawer. Forgive the cruddy photo, but light does not shine here. The drawer doesn't close. It's an anything-goes, free-for-all sort of place.
Typical.
NOT RELATED TO SOCKS OR METAPHORS:
If I think someone on tv is too good looking and it irritates me (because obviously, I should be prettiest in the world*), I just find something she's done that's on Netflix, and I pause the show/movie right as she's beginning to speak. Then I look at her partially closed eyes and wonky mouth and smile.
*I'm realistic! And not at all shallow!
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