What we say we don't always mean

Today I was standing in the doorway to the kitchen facing away from Bobbie and she said she really likes looking at my backside. I turned around and said "well!", in a very confident manner. She got all blushy and started to explain what she really meant, talking about my hair and neck and the way I look from behind. But I know what she really meant. Of course she still denies it, but it made me feel a bit funny, in a good way.