The Germaphobe's Double Standard

My boyfriend was an extreme germaphobe. If my lips so much as brushed against his mug, he would throw it out and buy a brand-new one.

That afternoon, I stopped by his office to drop off an umbrella.

Through the glass door, I saw a woman take a sip straight from his personal mug.

Not only did he not flinch, but he naturally took it back from her and continued drinking.

When he looked up and saw me, his immediate reaction was to explain: "She's on her period and having awful cramps, so I—"

I snatched the mug from his hand and splashed the water directly onto his face.

"Awake now?"