sweaty hands

i always swore i would never wind up with someone who has sweaty hands.   something about the damp gooeyness is just so completely repulsive to me.  it's redolent of words like "moist" which, no matter which way you swing it, still sounds like exactly what it is, and evokes thoughts of green furriness and mold spore goodness everywhere it touches.  HORRORS.

but as fate would have it, i have fallen in love with a man who has gooey hands.  not supergooey (like if he touches paper, it won't leave a waterspot mark?) but definitely in the gooey hands kingdom, fo sho.  and for the most part, i love him enough to not be hateful and comment on them regularly, except for one thing:

THE COMPUTER MOUSE.

i usually come home and check my email once.  and without fail, there is always a ring of crustiness on either side of the mouse.  we have a mac -- you squeeze the sides when you want to switch screens?  ALWAYS A DUAL TRAIL OF NASTINESS.  the little magic ball that scrolls up and down, left and right?  RING AROUND THE ROSY.  which inevitably leads to me screwing up my face and furiously giving it a scrub down with my omnipresent apron (don't ever touch it -- you may get some kind of coccus) but to NO AVAIL.

it's like the groundhog's day of dirty mice.  i know it's a losing battle, but i just can't help myself.  

the battle against goo rages on.