Yesterday, we were getting ready to go somewhere.
I had shaved my legs and was sitting on the floor, putting lotion on them.
He came in and said, You need a little help with that?
So I said, Sure.
He was quiet for a second and then said, Um,… well,… um,… maybe some other time.
Really? What the ….?
(Let me explain: I didn’t really want him touching my legs and I knew he wasn’t going to, so I called his bluff.)