“On a scale from one to ten, how sexy is a ’stache? Seven? Eight?” Jason looks up from his lunch slowly, blinking at me. “No? Okay, is it more or less sexy than…” I check my notes. “A ‘dick guaranteed to rearrange your guts.’” I grimace. “Yikes. Do people like that?” “Are you reading porn bios?” my friend asks. “Please, please say yes.” After a second, he adds, “Although I’d have questions either way.”
