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.)