I can see the sweat soaking through his undershirt, but dude, it's totally fine. I'm just going to pretend that I didn't see it. I mean, of course I see it. Anyone could see it. It's pretty bad.I considered tossing him a towel or making a crack asking if he ran a marathon before he came to meet me, but I refrained. In fact, I've decided to straight-up ignore it. Yay for him, right?
He gets nervous around me, the least I can do is look the other way as he works through it. Sure, it's obvious that his armpits are damp, his collar is drenched, and a stream of sweat is dampening his back, but I don't care! In fact, I think it's kinda cute in a strange way.
I'm not going to want to hug him or shake his hand--God, no!--but I'm happy to sit here next to him and smile obliviously. THAT, I can do. And, I will do. So, congrats!
4 comments:
a guy who has this problem is either a psychopath or has weird-ass sexual hang-ups. oh and a combo is possible. good luck, paly!
No, I wouldn't say that. Some guys just get nervous! It's not the end of the world.
My husband had a terrible sweat problem when I first met him. We still joke about it. Duross and Langel deoderant solved it all!
Sweat is such a weird thing. Out in the 95-degree heat carrying fence posts? Dry as a bone. Sitting in front of a terminal this morning in a 57-degree server room? Sweating like crazy. Makes no sense.
On the bright side, if he plays his cards right, a little sweat can lead to sexy showers, which leads to...other things.
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