Does he have to ask?

I was disappointed, I was angry. How can he ask me that? All that looks, all that education and he is just a moron. The more I thought, the more I got angry. My good friend sitting in front was curious.

“What happened?”, he asked.

“Nothing.”… I hesitated. “Well, you know what? All men are the same. They are morons”, but couldn’t stop myself.

“what happened now?”, he was bored with my drama.

“I like a guy”, I said almost thoughtfully.

“That is not something new. Go on”, he yawned.

“He said shit to me”. I was sad. 

He was intrigued now. “What did he say?” he asked almost smiling.

“He wanted to know what is my size… you know…”the” size”. I sulked.

He was confused. I looked up when I did not get a reply on it. Is he getting angry on him?

He saw the question in my eyes, and replied “No… I was wondering. Why does he have to ask?”… he glanced down for 0.09845 nano seconds. “Your size is **, isn’t it?”

I was dumbstruck. He was right!

He continued lighting a cigarette…”Does he have to ask to know that?” almost rolling his eyes.