When I was a kid, in 7th grade science, I overheard a boy asking a girl out. She rejected him, he wasn’t her type. He asked what her type was, she mentioned a guy she was seeing, and casually mentioned he was 22. At the time, I was thinking this poor kid was woefully outmatched and would never have a chance. A few years later, it dawned on me just how fucked up that whole situation was.

Right, what if that prostate massage has your legs all shakey?