10.25.01
When Blake stood up from his haircut, there was a big glob of hair on the right front groin area of his khakis.
Normally, were this a glob of hair on his back or even in the kiester region, I would have had no problems swiping it off with the damp towel left over from his shampoo.
However, I didn't know which way he was hanging, how the stars were aligned that day, and a host of other relevant details that would have made a crotch swipe just a little too weird.
So, I handed him the towel, and told him that he better take care of it himself, because if I did it, it would be considered 'inappropriate touching,' and then we both giggled like school girls.
Okay, it was more like tittering uncomfortably, with some feet shifting and floor staring, but it all worked out in the end.
I mean, it isn't that I have a particular aversion to the idea of climbing all over him like a jungle gym during recess, but it'd be awkward, what with his girlfriend Katie kicking my ass, and my ending up in the ICU, and all.
Some things are just better left undone.
