I admit it; I am a bit of a fussbudget. And in my early dating years, I gravitated toward fussbudget men. One in particular told me we were a successful couple because we had "complementary anal-ism." He got booted to the curb, though, when he didn't approve of the way I had rolled his tube of Pepsodent and accused me of not having "toothpaste etiquette." The day before that, during a romantic moment, he'd said, "Tell me a fantasy." I began, "We're lying on the rug in your bedroom, in front of the fireplace, sharing a glass of Merlot--" He interrupted, "Merlot? But the rug in there is cream-colored! If the Merlot spills, it could stain it!" "It's a FANTASY!" I reminded him with a mix of scorn and incredulity in my voice. "Please. Can't you make it Pinot?" he, um, "whined." I knew then that our "anal-ism" wasn't quite as complementary as he'd imagined. And that's why the "toothpaste etiquette" zinger so soon afterward was the final straw.

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