Evidently, I was wrong when I assumed men liked privacy. It seems, when you, the soul of sobriety that you are, do not touch their fingers in public, make them bristle with anger and shake with rage. They claim revenge, and call you names, and think that the love is gone. One even went so far as to say ---
"I think I am pregnant."
Me: But I thought we used all forms of protections, especially the verbal ones!
Him: I know, but it seems that I am.
I was mortified. "Am I the father?", I asked him.
Him: I'm not sure yet.
Me: What? You've been sleeping around!! Kultaaa!!!
And this is the reason why men can be tedious, boring, annoying, but still adorable.