She forgot how she got here, but she knew she had rehearsed this interlude before it happened. On their walk turned a bit to flirting and sex together was mentioned. She said her rehearsed line to him; "The way you talk down your penis, you expect me to be interested?"
The line was meant both to tell him to stop being so negative and to get him to stop talking about how small his penis was because he was Irish. It was a St. Patrick's Day Downer. He really needed to be more positive about himself.
Apparently he chose that moment to correct the situation. "You think that just because I think my penis is small I don't know how to use it? You think a big penis makes great sex?"
She didn't rehearse this part.
"Noooo, that's not what I said. You just talk about your small penis all the time and you aren't that positive about it--"
"I'm great at sex."
"Okay, okay, just...." She just knew she was blushing a little, having lost control of the conversation. His sideways glance and smile caught it, and he was delighted with the results. "You wouldn't be disappointed."
"Well who knows, maybe someday in the future we will find out."
