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Bad table manners are recipe for soured romance: poll

daftandbarmy

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Oh hell yeah, I would run for the hills...


Also related to food, but indirectly connected to what we eat, there are two other issues that can affect the attractiveness of possible partners. One of them is table manners. Slurping, gulping and talking while food is being chewed can be quick ways to cast an otherwise attractive partner into oblivion. Across Canada, 27% of respondents tell us they would break up with a person who had poor manners at the table, while 6% admit to ending a relationship because of this fact – perhaps as a plate of chicken wings was being devoured.

 
Manners being culturally dependent...

Admittedly, the scent one would normally associate with an exhalation from a dead person wafting across a table can be off-putting.
 
Slurping, gulping and talking while food is being chewed can be quick ways to cast an otherwise attractive partner into oblivion.
Unless it's while eating a bowl of noodle soup (ramen, etc).
  • It's culturally appropriate, even expected
  • Good luck trying not to burn yourself with piping-hot broth and noodles unless you slurp them down
 


Unless it's while eating a bowl of noodle soup (ramen, etc).
  • It's culturally appropriate, even expected
  • Good luck trying not to burn yourself with piping-hot broth and noodles unless you slurp them down

As a fan of "Midnight Diner", many problems were resolved over a hot bowl of ramen. Often facilitated by the owner/chef.
 
Also related to food, but indirectly connected to what we eat, there are two other issues that can affect the attractiveness of possible partners. One of them is table manners. Slurping, gulping and talking while food is being chewed can be quick ways to cast an otherwise attractive partner into oblivion. . . .

On the other hand . . .

 
On our first real date, I took my wife for dinner and dancing. As we were dancing I had to fart, a silent but deadly one, as soon as it slipped out, I swirled her to another spot away from it keeping her blissfully unaware, I glanced over to see another couple take advantage of the spot and their faces changing to disgust as the gases overcame them. My wife only realized my gaseous talent when it was to late.
I have also used this particular "superpower" to win a fencing match, letting rip on a lunge and then jumping back, my opponent unsuspectingly jumping forward into the cloud, as he was grappling with the fumes, I scored the winning point. Chemical warfare at it's best!
 
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