Further Adventures of The World's Worst Lover

The Kennette goes to the gym every day for about an hour while I sit at home and gorge myself on cheap beer and Wheaties. So the other day she comes over right from a workout, and when I see her in those tight sweat pants with just a hint of sweat over her ass and her hair all be-draggled, my first impulse is, naturally, to go down on her. So I say hi and playfully wrestle her down to the floor and proceed to pull down her sweats and plunge my face -- and, more specifically, my tongue -- into her ass. What transpired next goes like this:

Kennette: What the fuck are you doing?

Me: I... I dunno. I wanted to go down on you.

Kennette: I just got back from the fucking gym. I want to take a shower first.

Me: No worries. Fuck the shower. Just let me do this.

Kennette: [Pulling up her pants] You're deeply troubled, you know that?

Okay, so she's been hanging around with me for quite some time and she's just coming to the realization that I'm deeply troubled? Man, you folks who've never even met me need only scan a month's worth of posts here to determine that. But more importantly, how does wanting to go down on her right after a workout make me "deeply troubled"? I mean, it's not like there were Boy Scouts and chainsaws involved. Man, I'm not that sick.