The other day I (Megan) was doing the laundry. I was sorting out the colors and going though pockets to make sure I wasn't gong to washing anything that didn't need to get wet. In the pocket of a pair of jeans I found a half eaten candy bar, receipts and four pockets of hot sauce. I though Eww, Boys are so nasty. Then it occurred to me that I had done that myself.
Another time I (Megan) was going out side to have a cig and my shoes were up stairs. Not wanting to go up to get them I put on Bob's shoes and i just got that grossed out feeling, that I was standing in something very dirty. These are the shoes I wear on a daily basis but to Megan they are icky.
I guess I make a rather hard distinction between the two worlds. Does this happen to anyone else or is it just me?