Sam and I are sitting 15 feet away from each other sending emails and here is what he sends me:

Could be a shank on a meat hook in a slaughterhouse, could be the leg of a cyclist. I know he wants me to think it’s his leg, but I also know he could never get a tan like that in spin class. Still. I decide it’s his leg and salivate a little. Then he sends this:

I roll my eyes. I giggle. I contemplate how much more enticing a woman’s anatomy is than a man’s and consider taking a female lover. I brush off this impractical college throwback notion and look at the picture again.

Then he sends me another and I have to reconsider:

And then one more comes in and my life flashes before my eyes: