I SUCK AT GIRLS by Justin Halpern

When Youre
Married, Your Wife

Sees Your Penis
When i was little, my two favorite things were cinnamon toast

crunch cereal and learning new words. i was obsessed with expanding my vocabulary. every time i heard a word i didnt recognize, id
ask the nearest adult what it meant. no one had a more extensive
vocabulary than my father, who spent a lot of time reading with me
each night to indulge my thirst for language.
My teacher says someday im going to know as many words as
you do, i told him one night as we sat at the dinner table after i aced
an oral test in my third-grade english class.
Dont take this the wrong way, but your teacher is full of dog shit.
i practice medicine, which opens up my vocabulary to thousands of
words you will never encounter. i know a hundred goddamn ways to
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talk about blood vessels, he said, grabbing a bowl full of green beans
and spooning a few onto his plate.
thats really cool, i said.
its not cool. it makes my head want to explode. its like a garage
filled with useless shit. it aint how many words you know, its how
you use them.
A couple days after that conversation, my dad was appointed head
of his department, nuclear medicine, at the university of california,
san Diego.
so now youre the boss! i said when he told my family the news
over a spaghetti dinner.
i looked at my mom, expecting her to be excited, but she just
looked tense and unhappy.
being the boss aint always a good thing, my dad said as he took
a sip of red wine.
Why not? i asked.
you like playing baseball, right?
yeah.
Well, what if the coach quit one day and they made you coach
because no one else wanted to do it? so youd have to coach the team
instead of being able to play, and then youd have to sit and do all the
bullshit that comes with coaching.
coach likes being the coach.
thats because hes an asshole whos trying to live out his dreams
through that kid of his, whos five years away from a fucking heroin
addiction because his dads a psycho.
sam, you know hes going to repeat that, my mom said.
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Dont repeat that, he said to me. Anyway, my point is, i became

a doctor to practice medicine and help people. now i gotta sit in an
office and do paperwork. not your problem, it just means youre not
going to see a lot of me.
After that, my dad started leaving for work before i woke and
arriving back home after 9:00
p.M.
He worked a full day most satur-
days, too. sunday was his only day off, but even then he often went
in to the office. nevertheless, no matter how late it was when he
walked through our front door or how tired he was, he would grab
my favorite book, J. r. r. tolkeins The Hobbit, and call me into the
living room, flip on a lamp next to our brown fabric couch, sit down
right next to me, where hed read to me or id read to him. Whenever i encountered a word i didnt understand, id stop and ask him
what it meant. one night, while i was reading to him, he started
laughing.
this might just be because im tired as hell, but you know what
i just realized? he asked.
What?
nobody ever gets laid in these Hobbit books. this thing spans
bilbos whole goddamn life, but the guy never gets laid. not once. no
sex, he said.
bilbo doesnt have any kids, i said.
What does that have to do with anything? he asked.
Well, if he had sex, then hed have kids.
My dad let out a huge, long belly laugh.
Jesus christ. thank god it doesnt work like that. id have populated fucking rhode island.
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i didnt understand why my dad was laughing, and i was insulted

by his mockery.
you get married and then, if you want, you have sex and have
kids, i said, firmly.
if you want? Ha. shit, dont tell your mother that or id never get
laid. i dont think you know what marriage means, he said, laughing
again.
i know what it means. thats, like, a first-grade word. ive known
what it means for a long time, i scoffed.
im fairly certain you havent the faintest goddamn clue, trust
me, he replied.
Fine. then tell me what it means, i demanded.
son, i just worked fifteen hours, and im dog tired, and you dont
have a single hair on your balls. i think that conversation can wait
until one of those things changes.
the next day at school, as i sat in the cafeteria unpacking my lunch, i
told my best friend, Aaron, what my dad had said about sex and marriage and asked him what he knew about the relationship between
the two. A slender kid with shaggy brown hair and pasty white skin,
Aaron grew up a few blocks from me. He had Hbo, which instantly
made him an expert about sex as far as i was concerned. He put down
his cheetos and wiped his hands on his university of Michigan Fab 5
basketball shirt.
i cant believe you dont know this, Aaron said. on the night
you get married, you have to have sex, otherwise it doesnt count as
getting married. it has nothing to do with babies, he added.
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i already knew that it didnt count unless you had sex. i already
knew that, i lied.
youre supposed to start kissing your wife, then she takes your
penis and she puts it in her, and you have sex, he said.
Does she see your penis? i asked, panic creeping into my chest.
no. they just put their hand down there and grab it, but they cant
look at it and see it unless you tell them they can, Aaron answered.
im not sure if it was an adverse reaction to the fact that my dad
often walked around our house in the nude like a Playboy playmate
in Hefners mansion, or if i was just self-conscious about my body, but
there was nothing i hated more than the thought of someone seeing
me naked. not skinning my knees. not pooping in public restrooms.
nothing.
My brothers were usually my go-to for information, and even
though they almost always made up ridiculous answers to my questions in an effort to make me look stupid, i still went back to the well
time after time. one sunday morning, over breakfast, i asked them
about the wedding night ritual. My brother Dan, who was well acquainted with my fear of nudity, was the first to weigh in.
theres a little more to it than that, he said. basically, you stand
in one corner of the room, and she stands in the other. you each take off
one piece of clothing at a time. pants and underwear go first, he said.
before shoes and socks? i asked.
yep. you still have your wedding tuxedo on, youre just not wearing pants or underwear, he said, biting into a chocolate glazed donut.
this was troubling information. As soon as breakfast was over, i
got up from the kitchen table and went into my bedroom and closed
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the door behind me. then i put on the only suit i owned, and proceeded to remove my pants and underwear, keeping on my shoes and
socks and everything from the waist up. then i looked in the mirror.
of all the disturbing images id encountered to that point in my life,
that image of my skinny, half-naked body landed somewhere between
when this weird kid Andre in my class turned his eyelids inside out
and seeing a car run over the head of my neighbors cat.
i couldnt stand the idea of someone else seeing me in this compromising position, laughing uncontrollably. but before i took a vow to be
a bachelor for life, there was one thing left to do: ask the only person i
knew who was married, always honest with me, and never mocked my
fearsmy mom. i changed out of my suit, threw on my teenage Mutant ninja turtle pajamas, and ran to my parents room and knocked
on the door. there was no answer and the door was locked. i was fairly
sure they were in there, but then again they could have left before
i woke up. i went back into the kitchen where my brother Dan was
now working on a big bowl of cinnamon toast crunch.
Do you know if Mom is here? Her door is locked and nobody said
anything when i knocked, i said.
their bedroom door is locked?
yeah.
Just get a screwdriver and pop it open and see if theyre in there.
if theyre sleeping theyll probably want to be woken up so they wont
sleep in too late. you know how Dad hates that, he replied.
i should have sensed something was wrong, given my brothers
surprisingly helpful response, but he had a point. My dad did hate
sleeping in, and rarely if ever did it. Armed with that reminder, and
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still panicked at the prospect of my future wife seeing me in half a

tuxedo, i ran to the garage and grabbed a screwdriver from my dads
toolbox.
the locks in our house were pop locks, easily opened by shoving
a flathead screwdriver inside a tiny hole and turning. And so i did.
When i opened the door, i saw my mom and dad naked in bed
together, one big entangled mess of middle-aged limbs and hair. until
that moment i didnt know what sex looked like, but i knew immediately that this was it. they both turned and looked at me and froze.
im sorry! i screamed.
i slammed the door, ran down the hall, and sought refuge in my
bedroom. About five minutes later, my dad opened my door, wearing
a black terrycloth robe, his face contorted in the expression you make
between the moment when you stub your toe and the moment you
say ow.
your mom wants me to sit down and tell you what you just saw,
but im currently not in the mood to give a shit, due to being thrown
out of bed because my eight-year-old suddenly turned into Harry
fucking Houdini.
We stared at each other blankly, each waiting for me to say something. i was still in shock.
Well, im up, and my morning just took a left turn into a pile of
shit, so you might as well tell me what has you picking my lock, he
finally said.
i hurriedly explained to him my fears about wedding nights and
sex and nakedness and the humiliation of having to wear socks and
shoes but no pants or underwear.
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you do realize the irony in this situation, right? he asked.

Whats irony mean?
you wanting to know about married people screwing and then
walking in when . . . no. youre not back-dooring me into a conversation about this shit. He ran his fingers through his hair, and blew a
deep breath out through his nose.
All right. Heres the deal. youre eight, he said.
im nine, i said.
Do i look like i carry an abacus with your name on it? cut me
some slack here, son. He took another deep breath and started over.
What im trying to say is, youre just a little kid. im going to make
you a promise. on your wedding night, you are not going to be able to
wait until your wife sees your penis. Half a tuxedo on, no tuxedo on,
socks, shoes, you wont fucking care.
How can you be sure? i asked.
trust me. youre going to be staring at your watch, wondering
when this wedding is going to be over, so all these people will go on
their merry fucking way so that your wife can see your penis.
i will? i asked, starting to feel comforted.
yep. And if youre still afraid that your wife is going to see your
penis, that means she isnt the one for you. it also means you got a
bunch of fucked-up issues and i totally screwed up, and then ill pay
for therapy if i have the money. but i probably wont. Anyway, for now,
heres what the word marriage means: Dont pick the lock on my
bedroom door on sundays.
He got up, padded back down the hallway, and locked his bedroom
door behind him.

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What advice does the father give to the son about marriage and sex?

What embarrassing situation does the son find himself in?

When Youre

Married, Your Wife

When i was little, my two favorite things were cinnamon toast

Dont repeat that, he said to me. Anyway, my point is, i became

He worked a full day most satur-

i didnt understand why my dad was laughing, and i was insulted

still panicked at the prospect of my future wife seeing me in half a

you do realize the irony in this situation, right? he asked.

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