The other day, Carlee and I were talking about underarm hair. Yes, underarm hair. There are various contributing factors that led to this being a logical topic of conversation. The details are irrelevant to the thought I wanted to put out there today. And in fact, the lack of context makes this even more interesting in my mind. Anyway. The conversation ended with the following exchange.
Me: "I think I have attractive underarm hair." Carlee: "I think it makes you look like an orangutan." Me: (silence)