I don’t know why it is, what the fascination is, but I swear I get asked more questions, personal questions, than your average person.
And it seems I never run out of some smart ass response.
I’m not sure who the bad person is in this equation sometimes.
I’m standing outside with a woman I’ve known for quite some time. We’re fairly close and she’s very touchy. As she’s telling me a story someone else I know comes up to us, looks at her with her hand on my waist, standing hip to hip and asks,
“That your girlfriend?”
Why do questions I get asked often come in poorly phrased?
“No,” I responded. “Just some chick who dry humps me from time to time.”