i am dating the most anal boy to ever walk this god-given earth. i am so weary that i refuse to type this with proper capitalisation and whatnot. suffice it to say that he couldn't find his correction fluid and spent 25 minutes turning the whole room upside down trying to find the damn thing. the whole time his brow was scrunched and he was scowling at everything in the room. he searched everything that he touched, checked behind the bed, lifted the bed up to check underneath, shone a torch into all nooks and crannies, even checked inside the pillowcases/duvet cover/trashbin, lifted everything on the table and bed up at least three times and so on. i tried to help him for a while before i decided it was ridiculous to get worked up over a tube of correction fluid and lay back to watch. and dramatic it was, as Hurricane Boyfriend swept over the whole room, full of bluster and very agitated. at one point in time, he grabbed his powerball and rotated it with fury in an attempt to calm himself down, and another time he sat on the bed with eyes closed for 5 mins (as if in deep meditation) trying to remember where he'd put it. i did make some suggestions though, all of which were rebuffed.

suggestion 1: i suggested cancelling the mistake and continuing on with his work.
the answer: apparently, even looking at the cancellation is making him pissed so he can't continue on with his work.

suggestion 2: i have correction tape, and i offered to go get it for him.
the answer: only fluid will do, not tape.

suggestion 3: well i figured since he was so anal then he could just rip out the foolscap and rewrite the whole thing on a fresh piece.
the answer: he uses a foolscap book which has separate dividers. (stuff like this is sold in the uk, it doesn't come cheap though.) apparently if he rips out a page, he will have an UNEVEN number of pages between the dividers. yes, apparently he counts the pages. seriously.

and well at one point in time he got all hot and sweaty from tearing down the room and ripped off his shirt while flopping in front of the fan, staring at it like it was his worst enemy and then proceeding to scratch like mad like a psychotic monkey on crack due to the (self made) heat. sigh.

well, halfway through this post, we managed to finally find the damn fluid. turns out it was underneath some random cupboard in the room next to my capri sun drinks. whew crisis averted for tonight. -.-