So, why is it?
So why ist it, on a semi-regular basis, that when they get me home, the usual reaction is, "you want to do WHAT with that?" Seriously, you were the one who wanted it at the bar. What gives? What happened to the, "anything will fit with enough lube and patience" schtick that usually goes on when they feel it thru my pants? Ah well, first world problems, eh?