sweaty, mean man.

you're making a fool of me.

you wrapped your sweaty arms around me twice in the one night. for everyone in the crowded room to see. i was sure the first time was just to gross me out. i shot my arms into the air and let out a wail that would put wet cats to shame. the second time around was completely sincere, as if to apologize for grossing me out in the first place. however, the sincerity was overshadowed by the fact that

a.) you were still shirtless
b.) you were still sweaty, and
c.) i was still grossed out.

i didn't want to laugh, but it happened anyway, as it always does when you're making me miserable. handing me your sweaty shirt to dry off with put me over the edge.

i'm sure you got a wonderful laugh out of it, but i'd like to see you try explaining to your friends why a tall, sweaty dude is all over you while you're laughing like an idiot. got the mental image? pretty fucking ridiculous, right?