Dear Dude,

Today I took my little man to the pool. BlogHer is coming up and in a fit best described as “brave stupidity” I bought a few sleeveless blouses. I hear a tan will help the look of my old-lady arms so we headed out for a bit o’ sun.

And what to my wandering eyes should appear but you, dear old man. You were, um… something — sauntering around in your shorty-short trunks. And wow, the tightness of those shorts really, uh… highlighted your “package”.

I quickly realized that looking at your “junk” was like looking directly at the sun. I shouldn’t do it at all, lest I WANT scorched corneas.

But next time, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE wear some trunks that actually fit you. You may think squeezing into your 8-year-old grandson’s shorts makes those chicken legs look good but, um…. No.

Good luck.

Lisa

P.S. Your lady friend didn’t seem embarrassed at all in regards to your “look”. In fact, she seemed sort of proud of you. I guess she agrees with that saying — “good things come in small packages.”