One of my Ts I do, a bit...although he seems very emotionally put together, he wears t-shirts with huge holes in them (like, underarms) and part of me is thinking oh please someone, help him. I hope he gets a girlfriend or something. I know how competent he is as a T but how he doesn't look the part...and he can't seem to file my insurance or cash my checks, either. I asked him about the latter once and he pulled them out of his pocket, all crumpled up. Eek! I think my OCD just kicks in full blast. His office is very neat but he said his house isn't. I believe him...I am sure I don't want to know.