Monday, December 27, 2004

Pet Peeve

DM and I went to karaoke on Sunday night, as usual. We left a little early due a problem of mine, which is feeling much better today (I'm sure DM wanted the update).

Last week, a man focused his attentions on a certain area of my body while stroking his mustache over and over. Quite disturbing? Yes. This week, he showed up again and sat with us. Now, he's a nice enough guy, I'm just not interested and I'm a little creeped out with his staring.

He comes in last night as DM is singing. He says to me, "It's Elizabeth, right?"

Here starts the beginning of my annoyance.

"It's Beth. Just Beth." (On my birth certificate, it only says Beth. It's not a nickname.)

"Well, I got four letters right!"

Time goes by and then it's time that DM and I are going to leave.

He says to me, "Take care Elizabeth." With this, he cemented his membership in the "If I can never talk to you again, I'll die happy" club.

Being called Elizabeth is a huge pet peeve of mine. Other pet peeves? Being hit at work. People chewing on soda bottle caps. These are the biggies. Is this too much to ask?


At 7:48 AM, CarpeDM thought...

You know, I can almost understand what he's thinking. He probably wants to stand out as the guy who uses your full name (or what he thinks is your full name) because there have been documentated cases* of women meeting a guy who calls them by their full name and falling head over heels in love with the guy because he says their name in the way that they've been wanting someone to say their name in all of their born days. And then he comes in and calls them Elizabeth instead of Beth or Kimberly instead of Kim or Dana Marie instead of Dana they will fall to the ground, prostrate with love. Because he imbues new meaning to their name.

So he thinks he's being oh so different from the average guy you meet and now you will want him forever more.

He just doesn't realize he's being thwarted by several things.

1. Your name is not Elizabeth. It's Beth.
2. You hate being called Elizabeth.
3. He looks like Kip from Napoleon Dynamite. And because I know you haven't seen Napoleon Dynamite, I will provide you with a link so you can see what I'm talking about. Kip is the one in orange. (
4. A Scottish accent, while cool and all, is not enough to get over the whole moustache stroking, Elizabeth calling, cleavage staring, Kip looking fiasco that is this guy.
5. I would rather see you date Pete than this guy.

I'm glad you're feeling better. I fixed my blog.

At 10:38 AM, Firebear thought...

I can agree with this in that my name is Larry not Lawrence. It seems incredible how some people can not understand this. You don't assume Judy is short for Judith do you?
I still stand on that it is rude to stare at anyone's cleavage and stroke anything with out permission. Or aleast a tip.
Kip may not have looked cool, but he ends up with Lafawnda and I am sure she re-trained him. I am impressed that I know how to spell Lafawnda.
My questions.Do you get hit at work alot? I know the banking business can be tough (I once worked as a teller, long story there) but I did not know it was that rough.
Chewing on bottle caps? Like plastic bottle caps? Aren't those kinda big? Or are we talking about metal bottle caps?

At 3:51 AM, brooksba thought...

Hi Larry,

At work, I've been hit in the back of the head, slapped, bitten, punched, and had candy hit me in the small of the back. Most of these are jokes (like the biting, that was just a banker biting my shirt and I tease her about it all the time ("Watch out for her, she bites.")) One of the managers has apologized to me twice for hitting me (the candy incident and once when he thought it might be a good idea to take a tube and smack me in the back of the head). We horse around at work and sometimes it gets taken too far. The manager who hit me is one of the best managers I've ever worked with (wow, that sounds like I've worked with really rotten people, doesn't it?) and he's learning. He's just a lot of fun and forgets he's at work sometimes.

The bottle caps I'm talking about are the ones for the 20 oz bottles. I can't stand the sound that the texture of the cap makes against teeth. I also have problems with people touching holographic pictures (you know that rough material?). It hurts my entire being. I have no problem with fingernails on chalkboard, but that type of surface just makes me hurt. When I lived with Adam, he had a habit of chewing on bottle caps. I had explained to him that I couldn't handle that sound (while having the entire body shakes). He did it again (on accident) and I almost lunged across the living room to rip the bottle cap from his mouth. Lucky for him he noticed the evil glare I was giving him.

I hope that helps explain.


At 7:15 AM, CarpeDM thought...

After noticing that she forgot to add her footnote comment, she returned to her friend's blog.

*Documented cases was used loosely. It is a technique I have seen used in a few romance novels. The heroine always falls for the guy who is different.

Which, yeah, it could be cool if he was that one guy who made your heart sing everytime you look at him. And, oh, yeah, if your name was actually Elizabeth.