I absolutely cannot stand the sound (or feel) of bare feet swishing against a concrete surface. I get major creeps from it.
Also major creeps at the mere thought of putting my feet underwater on any surface other than firm sand. Gooey mud or muck sends me into a panic.
I love cheese, but it has to be melted or otherwise cooked in some fashion. I refuse to pop a hunk of "raw" cheese in my mouth.
Many people think I’m quirky (weird) because I don’t like butter on bread, toast, biscuits, rolls, pancakes, waffles, etc. In fact, I refuse to eat anything that’s buttered except garlic toast, and that has to be broiled golden brown so the butter doesn’t pool or soak the bread too much. When I order pancakes or waffles out, I always specify no butter. If the server forgets and puts the scoop of butter atop my order, I’ll cut out the part the butter touched and put it in a napkin or on a side plate.
But at the same time, I love butter cookies, buttercream frosting, buttermilk in my pancake, waffle and biscuit batter, and a big glob of butter in my pot of red beans and rice.
Go figyuh. Never said I wasn’t strange.