<human>: I was with my ex for almost 2 years and we were complete opposites. I was always organised, sensible, clean & tidy. She was the complete opposite. I'm sure this contributed in no small part to us breaking up.

I've started seeing a new girl and things are great. We're really similar and share the same outlook on life for the most part. However, lately I've started to notice myself picking up on little things that she does which annoy or bother me. These are usually small things, but because I'm such a neat freak, or obsessive about everything being organised and controlled, I end up getting irritated by it.

A prime example - on multiple occassions when we've been having sex and used some lube, she's laid the bottle on the bed without closing the lid in the heat of the moment, as a *normal* person would. But the weirdo in me gets worried that this is going to pour all over my mattress and ruin it. It was always fine up until last weekend, when the bottle *did* pour out and create a big wet sticky patch on the mattress. This has soaked all the way through, and I can't remove it since lube isn't like water. It's there forever.

This is a perfect example of little stupid things that normal people wouldn't worry about, but I do. Granted, on this occassion it did actually go wrong and leak on the bed, but in other scenarios everything usually is fine and I just worry for no reason. It really gets to me, especially when it's so uncool and unsexy to worry about something like I mentioned in the example above.

I suppose my question is - should I start opening up to her about these kind of shitty pathetic worries or try not to let them get in the way of our relationship like they did with my ex? Or any other advice in general for not being such a lame-o would be welcomed. Thanks!

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<bot>: I worry a lot about small things. GF is more of a free spirit. I don't wanna be a lame, boring old fart and bring her down and let my worrying get in the way of our relationship.