I recently learned that my imaginary girl friend has been cheating on me.

I once was the pretend girlfriend of a gay Turkish man. We traveled on his father's yacht from the French Riviera to Istanbul where I "disappeared and returned to Spain on a freighter. That is the most exiting thing I have ever done; and I shudder thinking about the risks I took.
OK, I should not exaggerate: it was more of a large fishing boat, not a yacht. But it had a head (toilet) and a galley ( kitchen)

Funny post! I don't know if you can consider this "odd" but I love to smell and feel rocks. The smell of old Earth and the various textures seem to enhance my senses.

I love to wear black clothes, preferably tailored suits.

I carry juggling balls in my purse.

I have a thing about blankets. Tactile sensations from crushed velvet, chamois/flannel sheets and soft cotton.

I’ve shown paintings several times at venues, my hobby is painting.

I love to sit in the same room as a running clothes dryer. It warms up the air with a dry heat, and the smell of warm lint and fabric is oddly satisfying.

I don't know if it's technically odd...but I have a phobia of wearing shoes without socks. Can't do it, I think it's disgusting!

I snap the fingers of both my hands at the same time ( and whisper "Yes!" ) when the microwave dings. And when I can't because of embarrassment (when we have visitors or when I'm at others' homes), I imagine that I do.

I am green red colour blind which is why I never joined the airforce and why I became a math person/teacher instead.

Colour blindness also makes it tricky to climb some walls at the indoor climbing gym as some walls have two colours, a red and a green that are very similar in texture depending on which angle you see them and depends on how much chalk is on them (climbers use chalk on fingers to help grip)

I cannot stand wooden spoons like you get with the little cheapy ice cream tubs. That type of wood, with a balsa texture, just feels so horrible against my teeth. No idea why that bothers me so much.

I am on the beautiful and trecherous path of becoming an Ayahuscera. I love this life, and I am falling in love with every life that I have lived and will live.

Snuck into the Vatican when I was a teenager on a Catholic youth trip.

I'm infatuated with special effects and gore to the point I did my own Halloween make up prior to purchasing my costume to get a job as a make up artist next year.

Considering I'm about as odd as they get, this would be a very long list but I'll just name a couple for brevity. I'm a single dad. I play with and collect nerf guns. I haven't watched cable TV since 2009. I don't like sports, cars, or beer. And lastly for now, I hate using text speech. I would rather type out a paragraph.

On the minus side, I like the smell of gasoline and old white board markers. On the plus side, I'm really good at telling if milk or vegetable oil is bad. Other than that I pay surprisingly little attention to smells.

I don't like muskrats. They're really the only animals I actively dislike.

I had some creative expressive artwork published once in a book about therapeutic art and I was the first woman in England to be a plasterer trained on a Topps course.

I cannot stand the smell of crayons, but I love the smell of Windex.

A piece of music I wrote was once played at Glastonbury Festival. Also, art critic Brian Sewell once gave me 50p.

I can't stand touching wet paper!

I was the first woman plasterer in the U.K to complete a Topps course training. At the time I was living in a commune and we could do all the building jobs ourselves except for plastering - so I decided to train- I was the only woman in a skillcentre of 400 men - Later a group of us set up Women in Manual trades and one of the women who joined us as a plumber was Phillipa Roe the sister of the woman who streaked naked across the pitch at Lords because the cricket was boring .

I'm an epileptic. I had an out of body experience during my first seizure (20 years ago) which I vividly remember to this day. I don't attach any spiritual or paranormal meaning to it but it still fascinates me.

I was 3 years old when I received my first haircut.