Back about nine years or so ago, while I was in my second year of grad school, I had a classmate run into me at Walmart. She was kinda goofy, and sweet, and really innocent. Oddly innocent.
We chatted for a bit, then moved on.
The next day, as I was holding office hours, she came over and sat on my filing cabinet in my cubicle, and started chatting. She then comes out with this gem: "Your husband is soooo tall! And you're soooo...not! How do you guys, well, you know...?"
So, I told her. In enough detail that she turned fuchsia, and couldn't look at me for three days.
To be fair, my husband is sixteen inches taller than me. She's right about the height differences making some things awkward.
But nobody seems to want to risk the answer they get to a personal question anymore. I wonder why...
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