Dating a Sexologist
Ryan called from work and asked, “Can you do me a favor? Can you see if the lube bottle on the bedside table is knocked over?”
“I thought so”, he said.
His phone wasn’t working and when he opened the back, a slippery, clear, odorless liquid started oozing out. He thought maybe the battery was leaking, or oil from work got on it, but then suspected it was the lube. Oops.
This is what happens when you date a sexologist.