You'll be sad to know that he did run me off in no uncertain terms, then.
BUT FINE. This is the most embarrassing thing. More embarrassing than me falling down that escalator while dressed as Jesus.
Uh, well, he was being eaten alive by the sofa. Then he pushed me away, I think, because I was leaning in to see what he would do. So then I came closer because I am the world's biggest idiot. He told me to stop or something and so I came *closer.* And when I asked him if I made him uncomfortable, he got all up in my grill. He did that stupid 'peering through the lashes' thing and asked me, mockingly, if I had come there to sleep with him more or less.