Men..

... and their lame jokes

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"I have a Q."

"Shoot," I said brusquely with my eyes still glued to the computer screen, not exactly excited about what he was saying.

"Were you breast-fed as a baby?"

If I wasn't paying attention before, I was certainly paying attention with that particularly weird question. I turned to look at him.

"Yes, I believe so." i stated with unblinking eyes, more to humor him than anything else. The real answer to his question would be "I dunno. You're crazy." But that would definitely kill the conversation, and I wasn't about to let that happen just yet, not when he's got my interest piqued.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, they say that if you were breast-fed as a baby, your nose will get all hard because it keeps getting pressed to your mother's body," he explained excitedly while pressing the tip of his nose with his index finger.

"Oh, really?" I found his statement a bit funny - why the sudden interest in breast feeding? Or the hardness of one's nose?

But before i could stop myself, i was pressing my own nose just to check.

"Mine feels absolutely normal," I told him.

"May I?" He was reaching for my face before I could protest his lack of propriety, or tell him that i'm not in the habit of letting random men touch me. I only managed to get as far as instinctively closing my eyes, which was funny because in retrospect what i should have done first was turn my face away.

He gave my nose a couple of quick jabs, his finger cold against my skin.

"Hmmmm..." he hummed in what seemed like a contemplative moment of deep thought, his brows stitched together, frowning ever so slightly.

Then......

"Greasy." he concluded, chuckling.

Erk, say what??? "I never asked you to touch my nose, okay." I snapped, a bit defensive after hearing the word 'greasy'. But hey, it's a perfectly normal human reaction given the situation.

'Boy, this guy is a work of art,' i thought to myself. First, he sexually harasses me (okay maybe not, but touching someone without their permission crosses some sort of social boundaries, right?) and then he insults me?

Bravo dude. Bravo!

Instead of apologizing, my sudden outburst just made him laugh even harder. He was obviously enjoying himself. How he managed to get me off guard is totally beyond me. All i know is that I was blushing like crazy so I got up then, logged off my computer and told him I was late for tutorials and didn't have time for his jokes.

And you don't need to be Einstein to guess that my first stop was not the tutorial room, it was the ladies.

To powder my nose, of course.