so i'm mumbling and fumbling and kinda sorta maybe complaining a little bit about...well...matterless carbon based man childs...

and barb in all her wonderful motherly, teacherly way looks all concerned and worried like and asks how long we've been together etc. etc. and then...

in the sweetest little caring clutching voice of all maternal reasoning...

asks,

"are you intimate?"

and i'm like...ohmygodyeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

and she neither laughed nor gasped but politely advised me to perhaps talk to my best girlfriend or my mom.

i think i scared her.

boo! or, i suppose BOOB!