I return home from a busy day at work, followed by a martial arts training session. I am exhausted. The Missus, however, is quite chipper as her latest freelance project is going quite well.
'How was your evening?' I inquire. I am a caring husband. This is what caring husbands do.
'It was fab. I finished my work then watched Masters Of Sex on Channel 4. It was very good,' she replies.
I know Masters Of Sex is a much-heralded drama series starring Michael Sheen. I also know the Missus has a crush on the aforementioned Mr Sheen. He's on her allowed list.
'Well, it's got "him" in it, hasn't it? You were obviously going to enjoy it,' I say. Trying not to sneer. But failing.
'It has nothing to do with "him". It's just a very good series, although he is excellent.'
'You fancy "him", don't you?' I say. Before realising I am descending into teen umbrage.
'Yes. I suppose I do. He's unconventionally attractive. I like unconventionally attractive men. Hence you...'
This is what is called a backhanded compliment. It's also called an insult. 'Unconventionally attractive'. It will be my epitaph...
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