Shayne Topp

Then he asked if I would hypothetically participate in a challenge where I was asked to squish a bug with my bare hands.

I replied that I think it's mean to just kill bugs for no reason.

Oh, no.

I said that I wouldn't necessarily be afraid to do it, but that I wouldn't particularly want to either or enjoy doing so.

Then he asked if we were in a relationship if I'd squish a big bug.

The bigger, the better.

Yeah, how big is that bug?

At this point, I was weirded out and asked him if it was a sexual thing, and he said it wasn't, that it was just attractive to see a woman being brave enough to do something like that.

I felt tentatively okay with that explanation and steered the conversation away from that after this.

So, anyway, so the weather... No, let's get back to the big bug, actually.

Yeah, no, the weather's great.

Bugs, though.

Big fat-ass bug.

Thorax.

The thing is, he's already brought it up again.

He brought up that his friend dared him to squish a bug with his hands once.

And when I didn't really give that a response, he followed up with, do you want to hear about the dare?

So now I'm weirded out.

Even though he assured me it wasn't a sexual thing, I can't help but feel like he brought it up way too many times for it not to be.

I really don't want to look it up, though.