Late last night, I walked into the kitchen after having a nice relaxing shower. I was in something comfortable--tshirt and sweat pants, with socks on because it was a little chilly. My roommate is standing in the kitchen in her tshirt and pajama pants getting something to drink.
When she turns around, she looks at me a moment and says "Oh my God! You HAVE lost weight since you've been here!" (I just recently moved to Canada.) Casually, I respond by saying, "Oh really? You think so?" Her response is, "Yeah! Look..."
She puts her drink on the counter and walks over to me and gives my stomach a little poke. Surprisingly enough, it tickled, but only just a little. I was more than able to maintain my composure from a single poke. We joked for a minute or two which lead to her making fun of me, as usual. And as usual, it ends with her laughing quite a bit and giving me a warm hug. Even then, she made another joke as she hugged me. "Wow!" she said, pulling away, "You really really have [lost weight]. I can put my arms around you now!" A bit more smirking and giggles and she hugged me again.
After she pulled away the second time, she reached towards me and poked me again. Followed by this poke, were a number of pokes and prods, each one DID tickle. The tickles so close together only seemed to build on one another. Through the first few, I was able to maintain my position and expression, but after she moved up farther and started poking my ribs is when I couldn't hold it in any longer. Another poke had me smiling and one more after that did me in.
She poked me and I backed away giggling, trying to protect myself (a natural instinct for me when being tickled). I told her, "Hey, that tickles," in between bouts of giggling. Her only response was a silent giggle and a huge grin.
Honestly, I think she did it on purpose knowing it would tickle. 😛 She knows I'm quite ticklish and she knows that she can use her nimble little fingers to drive me to ticklish insanity too. There was a time, shortly after I arrived, when we had a tickle fight...that I lost. 😀 But that's another story for another time.
Hope you all don't mind me sharing my little story.
When she turns around, she looks at me a moment and says "Oh my God! You HAVE lost weight since you've been here!" (I just recently moved to Canada.) Casually, I respond by saying, "Oh really? You think so?" Her response is, "Yeah! Look..."
She puts her drink on the counter and walks over to me and gives my stomach a little poke. Surprisingly enough, it tickled, but only just a little. I was more than able to maintain my composure from a single poke. We joked for a minute or two which lead to her making fun of me, as usual. And as usual, it ends with her laughing quite a bit and giving me a warm hug. Even then, she made another joke as she hugged me. "Wow!" she said, pulling away, "You really really have [lost weight]. I can put my arms around you now!" A bit more smirking and giggles and she hugged me again.
After she pulled away the second time, she reached towards me and poked me again. Followed by this poke, were a number of pokes and prods, each one DID tickle. The tickles so close together only seemed to build on one another. Through the first few, I was able to maintain my position and expression, but after she moved up farther and started poking my ribs is when I couldn't hold it in any longer. Another poke had me smiling and one more after that did me in.
She poked me and I backed away giggling, trying to protect myself (a natural instinct for me when being tickled). I told her, "Hey, that tickles," in between bouts of giggling. Her only response was a silent giggle and a huge grin.
Honestly, I think she did it on purpose knowing it would tickle. 😛 She knows I'm quite ticklish and she knows that she can use her nimble little fingers to drive me to ticklish insanity too. There was a time, shortly after I arrived, when we had a tickle fight...that I lost. 😀 But that's another story for another time.
Hope you all don't mind me sharing my little story.
