Every Boy's Got One

PDA of Cal Langdon

PDA of Cal Langdon

One last thing before I go, though:

She still seems bizarrely fixated with the fly of my jeans. I am starting to wonder if Mark didn’t resuscitate that ridiculous rumor from our days at Ohio State, about my having a super-sized wang, and share it with Holly, who in turn shared it with Ms. Harris. How else to explain why I keep catching her staring in that general vicinity?

If this is true, I will be forced, simply, to kill Mark. You would think that, at his age, he’d be over such childish pranks.

But he does work in the sciences, and those gifted in that arena do occasionally seem not to have quite as evolved a sense of humor as the rest of us.

Remember to ask him tomorrow.

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