*speaking of OCD, I was hoping to hear from OW on this topic, but I guess not :("
Yeah, well, OCD is the magic word.
Until I met my partner:
I didn't know cat food should be alphabetized
I didn't have a young faith healer visiting my house daily to repair minor things and offer, repeatedly, to heal my knees in the name of Jesus our lord amen.
I'd never seen someone bail a contractor out of jail for drunk driving, then impersonate the drunk at his initial court hearing (to which the drunk didn't come) in order to get back the $5,000 bail bond.
I'd never met anyone who watches the Weather Channel with the intensity of interest normally given the final inning of a tied World Series game.
I'd never met anyone who planted dozens and dozens of dahlias in large clay pots mounted on wheels so they could be moved to follow the sun's path every hour.
I'd never met anyone who spoke four languages fluently and whose bedside reading was a catalog of kanji characters.
I'd never seen anyone dial up a shop owner in Paris on a Sunday to come sell him a piece of lapis-colored bathroom tile because he liked the color so much and willingly paid $100 for what normally sold for $5.
I'd never seen a man impersonate Nancy Reagan on Halloween, dragging Ronald's coffin behind her.
I'd never seen someone get a perfect score on the med school entrance exam, get awarded a grant by Harvard to learn how to quantify human pain and suffering and receive a fellowship to study French literature at the Sorbonne.
I'll stop here.