"But seriously guys," Sy said after he drained the last of his beer, "if you guys need dildos, just let me know. I know someone who can sell them to you for cost price. And they're good quality ones too."

Now, I don't know what's worse; the fact that:

1. Sy is a buff thirty-something who goes to the gym religiously and has a body to rival Vin Diesel;

2. He said it in the most matter-of-fact voice possible;

OR

3. I was the only girl at the table, but I wasn't the only person he was addressing.





OR maybe it was:

4. We weren't even talking about dildos in the first place.