"That's because you’re a paedophile!" she said with a mock-dramatic emphasis on the P-word.
"No, I’m not." I said. "I'm technically an ephebophile."
Phoebe gave me one of her trademarked surprised sharp intakes of breath over the line.
"You are a... Phoebe-phile!" she pronounced slowly and deliberately.
"Ephebophile! I said ee-phee-bo-phile!"
"A Phoebe-phile!" she repeated, completely ignoring my protestations. "So you DO love me after all!"
I swear I could feel her eyes going all wide and shiny on the other side of the phone. That's kind of my fault because I rarely ever say that three words to her, so she has to take what she gets. Poor affection-starved Phoebe, haha.
A rare recent photograph of Phoebe sans makeup and with glasses - she's not going to be happy I posted this up.
How old do you think she looks?
P.S. Ephebophilia refers to a sexual preference for mid-to-late teens (14-16 years old) and is not considered to be a deviancy or mental illness in that Damn Stupid Manual (fourth edition) or ICD-10; the two Holy Bibles of the psychiatric profession. And yes, I fully realise how creepy that exchange with the girlfriend made me sound taken out of context.
P.P.S. Hebephilia actually sounds even more like Phoebe-philia - and way creepier too.