You're one in a million

I was getting my haircut this weekend which is not very interesting I know. My barber engaged me in the usual discourse of sports, music, and photography. Being recently single and thrust back into the dating world he asked how my personal life was going. We exchanged stories of our attempt to woo women. Some were comical, some disheartening, and some were just plain bizarre. Most were familiar tales of boy meets girl though, until he relayed a recent incident which has puzzled me.

While my hair was being clipped he explained he had a date last week that left him baffled. It was their third and my barber decided to impress her with his culinary skills. After a nice meal he took her out on his porch for some wine and conversation. Feeling everything was going well the hair cutter was confident that another date would be locked down.

Then she dropped a bombshell.

With a straight face she asked him if he was 11 inches. She explained that her genetics ensured that no guy with any less would ever please her. He explained to her that he was not porn star gifted. She decided that would be their last romantic encounter.

He told me he saw his doctor the day after and asked him what the odds were of a guy being that endowed. The physician said it was one in a million.

I wish her luck in her quest.

"Being a barber is about taking care of the people." - Anthony Hamilton