The Husband went for his annual check up and he phoned me afterwords…
(We had a a bet to see if he has gained weight since I moved in; he did, 1kg)
He was happy to report that the doctor told him he was perfect (but as he said, she didn’t check his brain), and then he told me that when he took his shirt off, the doctor said he had a nice body.
“She said what?” (in a much gentler tone)
“It’s OK, she’s like 55.”
(Apparently The Husband is not familiar with the species known as, la cougar.)
“I don’t care how old she is, that’s not appropriate.”
“It’s OK. she was being nice, she asked if I played any sports.”
(Try to picture the “it’s OK” part being said with that southern French accent. For some of you this may be difficult, but for others, you know what I’m talking about, it’s slightly sing-song, irritated, and occasionally followed by a huff and puff).
Since he clearly wasn’t understanding, I had to I turn the tables on him and break it down like this…
“If I went for my physical and the 55 year old male doctor said I had a nice body, would that be OK?”