How much should you reveal about yourself on a first date? I think if you have a child, you might want to mention that. If you were abducted by aliens who implanted GPS tracking in your brain, maybe save that for another time.
Lance told me over ice cream that he had testicular cancer a few years ago. And, yes, that is why I'm calling him Lance. His story was interesting. Having never had any testicles myself, it is educational to hear someone talk about going from two to one. Even though most people will never look at you and know, there must be some kind of psychological effect to having fewer man bits.
He might have described the surgical procedure in too much detail, but I was surprised by how they drop the ball. I always assumed they cut through the scrotum and cut it out, but apparently they cut into the lower abdomen, yank it out and snip it off. I don't know if that makes it easier for the surgeon, but a scar on your abdomen has to be easier than a scar on your scrotum.
In Lance's case, this was all done a long time ago in Canada and he has fully recovered. He gets checked out every once in a while, but he is completely cancer free. That's good news, of course, but during this discussion, he forced me to think about his genitals. I don't know if that was intentional or if he was just describing an important issue in his life, but it might be a brilliant way to get a girl to picture your balls.
We have only had one date, so I have not seen his scar or anything else, but I have definitely thought about his crotch more than I would have otherwise.
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