My humps

So.. last night I made a deal with Aaron that I would proof-read his school paper about sexism against male nurses and he would give me a back rub. Sounds like a deal to me!!!
While we were in this process, Aaron starts rubbing on what he refers to as my sides and I refer to as my fat rolls. I get very self conscious about those lovely lady lumps and ask him no less than 40 trillion times to lay off the rolls, so then he (in a caring voice) says "those aren't fat rolls boo boo, those are love handles"... so before I even have the chance to rip his skull off, I start laughing because he honestly meant lovehandles in the nicest way possible. Now, don't get me wrong.. I am fully aware of these fat masses that jiggle on the sides of my body. I didn't figure Aaron would actually verbally tell me I have them. I couldn't get mad at him for stating the obvious..