It's not so much a can't stand it as a case of being creeped right out by it. The Trivago commercial where dude is swaggering toward me out of the TV screen, with his shirt unbuttoned just a little too far, three-day salt&pepper stubble, low slung, beltless jeans ready to slide off his hips and a greasy, earnest come on/bedroom voice thing going on.
Ew. Just stop right there buddy, button up that shirt, pull up those pants and get AWAY from me.
I can't think about fluffy robes and room service with him on the screen. All I can think about is settling my car-keys inbetween my fingers and get ready to deliver a series of blows to eyes throat and groin.
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