mad at him. In fact, I counted on him scoffing and tossing aside that jockstrap, deciding it wouldn’t be worth it to earn my forgiveness. It’s even a wonder I found such a thing at some odds-and-ends gag-gift shop off Peach Street when I realized the athletic and sporting goods store wouldn’t have what I needed. I most certainly did not count on him to wear it, let alone make a runway show of it. Not that I would put a hot-pink anything on the runway. But here he is. And there he is. And here he comes.
