Yesterday I was leaning against one of my (male) co-worker’s desk when he spun around, put his head in his hands about 6 inches in front of my crotch and said “Man I’m thirsty. I need something to drink.” In a slightly less than politically correct response, I reached down, grabbed my zipper and said “Here you go”.
You think that’s uncomfortable? Try being at your great-nephew’s 3rd birthday party, in a crowded apartment, with somebody’s toddler making his way throw the crowd, and pretending he’s swimming. :eek: His hands just making it to crotch level.