I need to write this to vent before I actually lose my mind and kick this guy out of my flat.
My sister has been dating this guy for a year, and recently he’s been over at our house all the time. Almost every damn day. I wouldn’t even mind if he was invisible, but the problem is you can smell him before you see him. The guy has severe, biological-weapon-grade body odour. I’m talkin’ pungent, sour, fermented onions mixed with stale sweat + Thai Fish sauce. It is so toxic that if he sits in the living room for ten minutes, the entire sofa smells like a locker room for the next three days. We have to spray Febreze like we’re fighting a chemical fire.
But the absolute peak cannot tahan moment? This absolute clown has started showering at our place and hanging his wet, damp, biological-hazard towel inside our common toilet.
Bro, who gave you the permit? This is an HDB flat, not a Hilton hotel. Our toilet is already small and has limited ventilation. When he hangs his crusty, bacteria-infested towel on our rack, the entire toilet transforms into a literal sauna of death. The moisture mixes with his leftover B.O. and creates this unholy, humid stench. Yesterday, I went in to brush my teeth and I literally gagged. It felt like I was inhaling his personal sweat molecules.
I’ve told my sister nicely so many times, “Eh, tell your clear-skin prince to bring his towel back to her room or wash it.” She just gets defensive, says he has a “medical condition,” and claims she doesn’t smell anything. Obviously blind spots exist when you’re in love, but my nose is paying the price!
I am this close to throwing his towel down the central rubbish chute. If you have bad B.O., at least have the basic decency and self-awareness to be hyper-hygienic when you’re a guest in someone else’s house. Respect the space, space out your visits, and take your biohazard towel with you. Clear out!