He's a keeper

My shoulder was killing me the other day, so I rubbed some BENGAY into it while sitting on the couch by my husband and reading a book. He later confessed to me that he hadn't been reading his book like I thought he was. He was watching me. Why?

"You looked hot."

Ummm. . . what?

"You looked hot. Leaning over with your shirt pulled off your shoulder. . . rubbing oil into it. . . reading a book. . . "

"With my hair in a ponytail?"

"Yup."

"And my nerd glasses?"

"Yup."

"So what you're saying is that you like nerdy librarians who've hurt themselves and smell like old people?"

"Exactly."

"Well, you've come to the right place, my friend."