Last year I told him I thought I was overweight. I said I wanted to lose weight. He said — and these were his exact words — “What is your ideal weight?” He had what I thought was a sheepish look on his face when he said the phrase “What is your ideal . . .”
Call me paranoid but I thought, “That tells me what I was dying to know. Somebody is talking to him.” Then, later, when other events transpired, I thought, “This is all a charade.” I thought, “This is worthwhile pursuing.”
You don’t know what I am talking about. Nobody knows.