Yet my many current relationship exposed my eyes to a different realm of guys whom can’t think about such a thing sexier than having their face stepped on.

My very first clue that I happened to be dating somebody with foot on their brain came a couple of months in to the relationship. My then boyfriend unexpectedly had a spent curiosity about why we wasn’t using socks around the home.

Just to explain: weekend me doesnt work with these niceties. Finding matching socks is an additional problem my week-end brain is not necessary to deal with.