"I was perpetually hard in biology class," Connor said. "I guess I just love science."
My fianceé Danielle returned from the bar carrying two dark brews. She slid into our circular booth and handed me one. "I only heard the end of that anecdote," she said, smiling at Connor. "It sounds like a good one."
"Connor and I are trading embarassing stories from middle school," I interjected. "...For some reason, I'd always get a boner when it was time to get off the school bus."