Me: “Hey, check out this weird lip gloss I got.”
Mr. Right-Click: [examining it; looking dubious.]
Me: “It’s so, you know, you can put it on your whole mouth all at once.”
Mr. Right-Click: [Trying to apply it, looking vaguely uncomfortable.]
Me: “What? You don’t like it?”
Mr. Right-Click: I think that’s supposed to be just for you.”
Me: What do you mean? You don’t want my cooties or something?”
Mr. Right-Click: “No, I think that’s . . . that’s just supposed to be private. That’s a private thing. Not for me. Not for sharing.