Lester picked me up at my house for our date. He didn't come to my door, instead opting to sit in his car and honk his horn.
When we made it to the riverside restaurant, we both stepped out of the car. When I walked over to join him, I noticed his sack hanging out of his fly.
"Dear God—" I began.
He looked down, said, "Oh!" and stuffed himself back into his pants. "I was airing them out in the car before I picked you up. Well, now you've met the super intergalactic wrinkle brothers."
In retrospect, I can't believe I let us do dinner and even kiss after that. Every time I thought of him afterward, I imagined his "brothers" just hanging out. We even went on a second date, but that was the last one.




