Factory Ten wrote:
Someone who has too many possessions. Yes, this sounds odd but I plan on living a simple life in a small home and I don't want clutter or useless objects in the home I live in.
I am the opposite. I feel uncomfortable in an open space without having lots of things around me. I wouldn't be able to live with a minimalist.
Claradoon wrote:
Specifically targetted clumsy, such as things I collect or are brand new and can't be replaced - treasures, he breaks treasures. There are men like that. Total deal breaker.
Yep same for me. That's passive aggressiveness and it would be a huge red flag.
That reminds me of something else an ex did...and we were already ex's by the time this happened, but still hanging out as friends, and this absolutely ended the friendship. We were on a road trip in his brother's car, and he had been going on and on about how his brother had saved up the money to pay cash for this car. He kept telling me to be careful, don't slam the door too hard, things like that, and it was really annoying me because I wasn't doing anything to hurt the car. It was obvious he was really jealous that his brother got that car.
Then he was driving, and took a wrong turn and for 30 miles or so refused to turn around or even acknowledge that we were going the wrong way. He finally admitted it and stopped somewhere. Then he got out in the parking lot and had a temper tantrum and beat his fists on the hood of the car. I wasn't surprised, because I knew he had grown up seeing his father beat his mother, and I'd always felt uneasy around him and wondered if he might have those same tendencies. But I was just stunned by the hypocrisy of it, after all that lecturing he gave me about being super careful with the car. I decided right then and there, he was dangerous, and I was not going any further on that trip and I would never have anything to do with him or his family again. I wouldn't be surprised if he damaged his brother's car worse later on, or had a wreck in it.
I was going to get a taxi if I had to, but they agreed to take me back to their house so I could get my car and go home. On the way back he was talking about me like I wasn't even in the car with them and blaming me for having to go back. It was horrible. I didn't say anything. I just wanted to get back home in one piece.
When we got back I jumped in my car as quick as I could, but he came over yelling for me to roll down the window. He said "HERE" and shoved in a small package at me. It was a gift, and I can't think of a time when I've ever been given a gift with any greater resentment or hostility or self-righteousness. Like he wanted to show me that he'd had been waiting to give me this gift all along and try to make me feel like I had been unfair to him or something.
That reminds me of a another kind of deal breaker, when a man wants to give a gift with strings attached, especially if it's implied that you're going to "owe" something for it.