Look at me.”

Look at me.

As though fertility were a thing you could assess by looking at a man’s arms.

She asked again in the June.

She asked again in the August.

The third time she asked, she had printed something out, and I told her I did not want to talk about it at dinner.

Here is what I actually believed, and I have had eight years and a professional to work it out, so I am fairly confident about it now.

I did not believe I was fine.

That is the thing.

A man who genuinely believes he is fine takes the test in an afternoon to close the question.