The Fella returns to the room from grabbing a beer. Before he sits, he reaches out, and strokes the top of my head.
Him: Oooh, your head is so nice.
Me: Thank you. It’s right at the top of my body. That’s where I keep it.
Him: I like everything about you.
No punchline, folks. No joke. I just wanted to document this moment so I won’t forget it. Because I like everything about him, too.
