Something like that. People assume I mix business with pleasure. They expect the man they saw in the field or board room to be the man in the bedroom. Or the idea of that man.

I hate those books on principle.

[A wince, because he does remember now.]

I don't know if you're subtle or I'm clueless. I thought you were being nice.

For what it's worth, I appreciated it. Your reaching out to me.