Opinion: A Hip Attempt At Making Vacation Plans
"Me, too. But there are these things, you may have heard of, called billable hours. I need a few more of them before the year catches up with me."
"No," I said, suddenly desperate to confess. "I'm trying to sexually harass you."
I told him about the Filner story and its implications.
He paused. He was silent for an interminable interval.
Then, he giggled.
It is affronting to think that one's sincere endeavor to sexually harass someone would meet with … giggling.
"Well," he said. He tried to look serious. It was clearly difficult.
It appeared that he was thinking about saying something.
"What?" I asked again.