T. and I had the following conversation last night (we weren’t doing anything prurient at the time):
Me: My feet are cold; maybe, since I just took off my boots, my socks are slightly sweaty and therefore damp.
T.: Uh-huh.
Me: I’ll take off my socks! Because if they’re damp, they would be getting cold in the ambient temperature.
T.: Uh-huh.
Me: [takes off socks, checks to see if they're damp]
Me: [sniffs own socks, repeatedly]
Me: Surely there’s someone out there whose fetish is smelling his or her OWN socks!
T.: . . . .
Me: Well, there MUST be!
T.: Is it YOU?!?
(No, it isn’t.)
