“Oh my God, get it away from me! I can’t even stand to look at it!”
For someone who had biceps the size of two of my thighs put together, it was hard to imagine that Paul could possibly be afraid of something with holes.
“You’re a weirdo,” I teased him.
“No, I just have a number of phobias and this is the biggest phobia by far,” he replied.
He was right. He might have disliked spiders and enclosed spaces but this was the thing that really freaked him out.
I didn’t quite understand it but I could see that some of the photos I was looking at were kind of disturbing.
It was, however, ironic that I was dating someone who had the very phobia I studied. But then again, life was like that.