I used to daily drive a heavily modified, high HP, turbo car. One day the turbo decided to eat itself. No worries. It was on the top in front of the engine, so easy to access. “Guy” was a friend and ONLY a friend of mine, or so I thought, and offered to help. This is important. He OFFERED. I never asked. So he comes by, helps take the turbo out. We hang out, shoot the s**t, drink a beer, or a few, finish up the removal, and he goes on his way. I then send the turbo back for warranty. Turbo comes back maybe a month later. In the meantime, I had just met “FH”, who happened to be a professional mechanic. When I mentioned I couldn’t hang out with him on a weekend day, he asked why, so I explained. He offered to come help with install. I said thank you, and that was that. He came over, helped with install, we grabbed some food after and then he went home. So eventually “guy” asks when we are reinstalling the turbo, and I told him it was already done. He got a little weird but apparently I missed the whole thing. Then he started digging. Like I wasn’t capable of doing the job myself (I am), he eventually kept asking who helped me with the install. I told him “FH”. His reply? “Well I bet he at least got laid for his hard work”. Uh, I guess eventually he did, since we’ve been together for almost 18 years, but not because he helped me do something I *could* do myself. TLDR: nice guy thought that helping me work on my car was going to get him laid, even though I absolutely didn’t need his help.