Cold

I gotta admit, women are good sports about pretty much everything. I'm not saying they have a sense of humor about it all, I'm just saying that they take everything so well, in stride.

I'll give you an example. The other day, I'm in the Dekalb Farmer's Market getting some tuna for dinner. You know, Yellowfin, not chicken of the sea of some shit, good stuff. Anyway, because of their fish section, they keep the place a nice, warm, 50 degrees.

As I'm looking around, I notice this girl who's probably six foot two, tall and lean. However, I immediately noticed that she was COLD. You know what I mean...things begin to dimple and point out? Yeah, she had goose bumps on her skin...come on. Her nipples were pointing out and were hard to ignore.

But she carried herself with such dignity, you know? She knew it, I knew it, but she refused to let her saluting zeppelins ruin her aire of refined grace. I began to notice this on more and more women, but they all, again, were stilll graceful in their ignorance of their visible chilliness.

Guys, what if we had the same problem. Not with nipples, but what if everytime we got cold we got a hard on? Could you imagine walking down the freezer aisle of your local supermarket with a raging hard on? Even if you did, would you just nonchalantly stride through the aisle with a giant ten pitched in you pants? As if no one could see it?

"Excuse me, 'scuse me, coming through. Sorry about that. No, nothing cold here, not cold a bit, if anything it's hot...HEY don't slam the freezer door shut like that? Can't you see I'm cold, lady? Dammit all!"