Umm . . yeah.
SO on the phone with Mr. Clean, talking about airport coffee.
Talk moves to the kids I work with.
I express my exhasperation with children in general, of late.
He drops a bomb. Actually several bombs at once:
"I have three kids." (BAM!)
"I want at least six more!" (BOP!)
Mental side note here - umm, he's not Catholic, why does he want to single-handedly field a football team with his off-spring?? It's not the fifties!! We don't need that many to pick cotton and allow us to keep our two room house.
"I don't know that I could be happy if I didn't have more kids of my own." (BOOM)
Yeah, so time to have the talk.
"Well, then I suppose you should know that I had a tumor. I only have one ovary now. It is rather unlikely that it will be easy, if at all possible, for me to become impregnated. In fact, I have been contemplating removal of all reproductive organs to reverse medical problems the tumor has caused."
"So this means if we did start sleeping together, I wouldn't have to use condoms, right?"
Is it just me, or did his attractiveness drop by half with that statement?
And before you ask, NOPE he wasn't joking.