Now today he was telling a terrible personal anecdote about something that happened to him in Taiwan
Is this a sexually inappropriate terrible something? Or - can I ask what it was that you found distressing about the anecdote, the better to understand the situation? (You needn't say if it makes you uncomfortable to recount - I'm not clear on whether it's the details of the story per se or the context in which you were hearing it and from whom that constituted the discomfort.)
I'm hearing Glinda the Good Witch say,"Well, Laga, there are Good Perverts and there are Bad Perverts."
YES!
Oh, dear. I had a wee reminder of the fact that Most People Aren't Bitches in the staffroom today, when I was trying to adequately describe the sheer sinful exquisite wicked gloriousness of the chocolate fountain (a) as a concept, (b) in practice and (c) AS A PRESENT SANTA BROUGHT TO MY HOUSE!!!! (Go Team Santa!) and I said, flailing in glassy-eyed rapture at the recollection of strawberries dipped in molten chocolate "It was like porn!"
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tumbleweeds. Then wry/embarrassed/amused "gosh, well, that's not really something I'd know about, but, you know, whatever [affable eyeroll]" type response from the people I was talking to.
A few moments later there was a Great Cookie Debate as to whether soft gooey just-baked cookies or crunchie-but-with-melt-in-the-mouth-chocolate-chips type cookies were the One True Cookie, and I said that in matters of cookies I was very equal opportunity, and swung both ways. See previous response, only more of a "gosh! Well! Ha ha! Now we know that you like porn AND you're a swinger! Ha ha!" And I thought about it, and nearly said "Yes, and yes"...but didn't. Because apparently I'm a bit of a wuss.
....aaand now I want cookies. Fuck.