I've mentioned before how Raj and I tend to turn things into a competition. Many things. Most things.
Sometimes we'll be sitting on the couch together watching TV or reading and I'm overcome with the urge to poke him. It's irresistible. Even though what happens every time is that Raj will look at me with raised eyebrows and say, "Do you ever win at feats of strength?" Sometimes that's the end of it.
Usually it's not. Because I just need to poke him again. I can't help myself. This always ends with me pinned down, Raj using one hand to hold both of my wrists and the other to tickle me. I never win at feats of strength.
Even walking down the street holding hands, we can't last long without turning it into a competition. You'd think I'd have some chance since I usually use both arms against Raj's one, but I still never win. We were in Kyoto a few days ago, walking hand in hand through the palace grounds and Raj asked me to switch sides and hold his left hand instead of his right. He has tendonitis in his right shoulder and it's been bothering him a lot recently. So he wanted to switch to his left arm because the feats of strength really hurt his right shoulder, but losing was still not an option.
"How much pain would you have to be in before you'd let me win?"
"NEVER WHILE I DRAW BREATH!"